Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trampled_Under_Foot
You can find No.1 here: Pink Floyd - Hey You
Hi all Hivers!
Today the second chapter of the meaning I ascribe to songs; this time we take Led Zeppelin with their Trumpled Under Foot.
Great hard rock piece in full Zep chrism.
A track included in the album Physical Graffiti, it has a really addictive sound; of note this album will promote John Paul Jones (bass, keyboards and organ) the "Led Zeppelin Orchestra"!
The song is about a car ride, but after a few verses of the song, we are displaced :
Mama, it ain't no sin
Talking 'bout love
With these two phrases we understand very well that it is not really about cars!
Zeppelin's prerogative feature was nonsense!
The whole song is full of nonsense-some quite explicit, without, moreover, breaking into the vulgar.
I chose this song because the genius of these 4 "horsemen" is in the juxtaposition of sounds making it sound just like a crazy car ride!
Bonham's drums are almost impregnable and Page's high notes on guitar and Plant's with his own voice make the engine sound really out of whack!
I start this roundup on Led Zeppelin songs with this one because I'm going to show you some other antithesis con songs and you won't believe your ears!
I'll leave you with the lyrics which are really a hoot to read, I'll also include the video so you can listen to it and tell me if what I wrote isn't true.
Trampled under foot
Greasy slicked-down
Groovy leather trim
I like the way ya hold the road
Mama, it ain’t no sin
Talking ‘bout love
I’m talking ‘bout love
I’m talking ‘bout
Ooh, trouble-free transmission
Helps your oil’s flow
Mama, let me pump your gas
Mama, let me do it all
Talking ‘bout love, ah
Talking ‘bout love, oh
Talking ‘bout
Check that heavy metal
Underneath your hood
Baby, I can work all night
Believe I got the perfect tools
Talking ‘bout love
Talking ‘bout love
Talking ‘bout
Automobile with comfort
Really built with style
Specialist tradition
Mama, let me feast my eyes
Talking ‘bout love
Talking ‘bout love
Talking ‘bout
Factory air-conditioned
Heat begins to rise
Guaranteed to run for hours
Mama, you’re the perfect size
Talking ‘bout love
Talking ‘bout love
Talking ‘bout
Grooving on the freeway
Gauges all are red
Gun down on my gasoline
Believe I’m gonna crack your head
Talking ‘bout love
Talking ‘bout love
I’m talking ‘bout
I can’t stop talking about
I can’t stop talking about
Ooh yeah, yes-ah
Drive on!
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yes, I’m coming through
Come to me for service
Every hundred miles
Baby, let me check your points
Fix your overdrive
Talking ‘bout love
I’m talking ‘bout love
I’m talking ‘bout
Oh yes, fully automatic
Comes in any size
Makes me wonder what I did
Before we synchronized
Talking ‘bout love
I’m talking ‘bout love
I’m talking ‘bout
Oh-oh, feather-light suspension
Konis couldn’t hold
I’m so glad I took a look
Inside your showroom doors
Talking ‘bout love
Talking ‘bout love
Talking ‘bout
I can’t, I can’t
Oh, I can’t stop talking about love
I can’t stop talking about love
Oh, let me go on down, go on down
Go on down, go on down, go on down, yes
I can’t stop talking ‘bout
I can’t stop talking ‘bout love, hey
I can’t stop talking ‘bout love or my baby
I can’t stop talking ‘bout love, my baby
My baby, my baby, yeah!
Uh
Push
Push
Push it
Push
Push
Here the video!
See you next song!