“The reflex is an only child, he’s waiting by the park
The reflex is in charge of finding treasure in the dark
And watching over lucky clover – isnt that bizarre?
Every little thing the reflex does is an answer with a question mark”
The Reflex should be the gold standard against which all incomprehensible lyrics should be measured. I mean, sure, Tutti Frutti is weird, but a lot of that is down to scat vocals. So that doesn’t really count.
The Reflex, on the other hand, is to metaphors that are merely ‘mixed’ roughly what the cut-up method is to really intense rhyme schemes. It has a sheer lack of coherency and logic that make it the envy of all other songs by would-be arty New Romantic bands.
