[-insert song here-]
The Poet's View:
The lyrics represent the dichotomy of man. We have the first part, the feminine side, pretensious verse promising love to an unseen lover. We have the second part, the male side, vulgar rhyme condoning the basest of animal instincts. Compare the celestial parallels drawn; we see the sun, an angel, paradise. But also, there is self-awareness shown in the promise of the future beast. In the second part, we see an endless parade of nights filled with nothing but drunken debauchery. All respect is lost - for the self, for their own bodies, for their fellow man, for women, for figures of authority, in short for anything good and pure. Even the title is a balance of ideals; the base expressiveness of amnesiac tendencies set in a poetic metre of five perfect spondees. We see two extremes that co-exist in men, for we all have the capacity to swing to either end. The message here is a warning: a recommendation for moderation, against excess. Save the body, heal the mind, free the soul.
The Pisshead's View:
It was just a bit of a laugh, really. The first bit came to me and I thought it was a load of pretensious twaddle. I tried to work out what on Earth I could do with it, and I got what you see. That's all! No hidden messages. As for the title; that was Oliver's brainchild. You'd have to ask him about that...