Three weeks ago, I hated this song. But some songs are the play you are writing and all you can do is listen to it on repeat, digest its crazy energy until it makes you go insane, and spit it back out in a new form. This might not make sense to you, but Alice knows exactly what I am talking about. Which is why I am hanging out with Alice tonight and not you.
On a more literary note, I love the rhythm of the lyrics:
She has a little creepy cat And a little creepy bat A little rocking chair And an old blue hat.
where the weight of the elongated “blue” is created in juxtaposition to “creepy” and “rocking”.
The power of the monosyllabic line.