Animal (Ray Davies Lyric and Kinks Link)

  

Animal*

On reflection,

It was not all wine on the wall.

It was not all cuts and bruises,

Or the pulling out of hair

And the bloodying of nose

And the tearing off of clothes,

Although

It was really animal, truly animal.

There were times when there was absolute compassion in the air.

Though it was really animal, truly animal.

It could not compare to times she cared,

Was in control

And less Emotional.

While the intellect controls the spiritual,

The animal respects what's natural.

Ying and yang control man's actions

And both extremes are a natural reaction.

It was really animal, truly animal,

Well there were times when there was absolute compassion in the air.

 

On reflection,

It was not all crash and bang,

Broken bottles and abuse.

Sometimes there were sunsets on the sands,

Holding onto caring hands.

But there were vampire fangs --

As the angels sang --

It was ying and yang.

It was truly natural, though it was really animal,

In a sense it fell into a truly natural romance.

Oh yeah,

It was really animal, truly animal,

There were times when there was absolute compassion in the air.

True love, True love, True love

Is really Animal.

*Reader Note: Aside from the Kinks full band version of the song linked above and Here,which was one of the group's final recordings from 1996 (though reunion rumors now abound in connection with the upcoming London Meltdown Festival in June), there is also a solo performance of Animal by Ray Davies that can be found on the Kinks Kontraband bootleg, which is well worth seeking out.  The photographs included here were all taken by Jane Roberts at the La Brea Tar Pits Museum in Los Angeles, California in March, 2011.

Don't (Ray Davies Lyric From Phobia) -- La Brea Tar Pits Reflections

Walking 'round this metropolis

With its buildings that reach to the clouds

There must be millions of people out there

Walking 'round with their heads bowed

This city kills me, but it thrills me

Now something's gone and held up the crowd

They're pointing at a man standing high on a ledge

And somebody just cried out loud:

Don't

He's heard the cries of the lunatics facing defeat

The cheers of the winners

Who are dancing in the street

Perhaps the crime and corruption finally got through

And the violence of the city

Just broke him in two

Now a voice from the queue shouts:

Don't

Note:  Not strictly relevant, but still kind of interesting, like the wonders of Phobia itself.
Photo credit: Jane Roberts, Strange Phase Studios (Click on images to enlarge.)