I understand why four of the five songs I’m featuring this week have risen to the top of the stats.
Childish Gambino is a new enough artist that the Web probably isn’t inundated with mentions of him. The Dar Williams track was otherwise unavailable on YouTube. Lyle Lovett’s ‘The Road to Ensenada’ is a mysterious career standout. And tomorrow’s track, my most-viewed, has a very specific lyric that has been Googled repeatedly.
But Paul Simon’s ‘Darling Lorraine‘ — I don’t really get this one.
Don’t get me wrong. I love the song. It’s the highlight of You’re the One, an underrated Simon album.
But it doesn’t strike me as the sort of thing that would send people to their computers searching for insight. It’s a very straight-forward lyric, leaving little room for interpretation.
And yet it has accounted for 1,102 (and counting) page views on the blog, behind only a handful of Dylan tracks and tomorrow’s #1 overall post (which shares something in common with this one).
One neat thing about my ‘Darling Lorraine’ post is a comment by somebody named Kurt Hunt, in which he spells out the difference between Dionysian art and Apollonian art. Might be the most high-minded my comment section has ever been (no offense, Dana!).
While you sleep
Maybe that’s a waste of angels, I don’t know
I’d do anything to keep you safe
From the danger that surrounds us
Little by little
Bit by bit
Little bit by little bit
Now you got it, that’s it
What’re you thinking
Things’ll go sour?
Take its temperature every hour
Nervous when you own it
Nervous when it’s gone
What do you think has been going on
For so long?
You are the air
Inside my chest
You’re the one
You broke my heart
You made me cry
You’re the one
You broke my heart
You made me cry
You’re the one
You broke my heart
You made me cry
You’re the one
But when I hear it from the other side
It’s a completely different song
And I’m the one who made you cry
And I’m the one who’s wrong
And in my dream you spoke to me
And you said, you said
You’re the one
You broke my heart
You made me cry
You’re the one
You broke my heart
You made me cry
You’re the one
You broke my heart
You made me cry
You’re the one
Nature gives us changing shapes
Clouds and waves and flame
But human expectation
Is that love remains the same
And when it doesn’t
We point our fingers
And blame, blame, blame
You’re the one
You broke my heart
You made me cry
And I’m the one
I broke your heart
I made you cry
And you’re the one
You broke my heart
You made me cry
And we’re the ones
Meet Me In Montauk 
Most high-minded comment? Really?
Did you not read my comment on Monday wherein I hypothecate as to the reason for higher page views whilst dabbling in the vernacular of the common man through the clever Kevin Nealon-esque “subliminal” use of crude references to pornographic search terms?
I am, indeed, offended (as I’m sure most of your readers were by my Monday comment.😄).
I said good day, sir!
Is the lowest brow position still open? I hope I’m not too late.
Dana, I’m sure you are insulted, and I sympathize with you as you are the most dedicated commenter; but the post on Monday was on Sting, wasn’t it, and I agreed with you as I recall.
No, Peg, my comment was on a post of a Childish Gambino song. Clay was discussing the theme week featuring posts that have received the most page views. My comment was a very crude low-brow way of suggesting that his page views may have been enhanced (or could be enhanced) by inserting superfluous, but widely searched, sex terms.:)