Lyrical Song Poem

Alex Turner's "Glass in the Park" speaks lyrical poetry to my ears. Off the bat, the lyric and title itself "Glass in the Park" contains ambiguous meanings, which may detail multiple connected ideas. The lyrics contain numerous visual imagery as well, "the white parts of my eyeballs illuminate, the sun, the night sky.". Additionally, Turner, as well, uses symbolism in the song. The "glass" can be a concrete symbol of a hidden idea or emotion to the park. He mentions a "Death Balloon" which is vague in itself to represent alternate meanings. Another strong lyric that uses a literary device is an allusion to a "paraselene woman" and "your man on the moon" with the follow up of a beautiful simile, like a grain of diamond dust you float and my devotions outer crust cracks. By the use of these literary techniques, the song lyrics "Glass in the Park" can be classified as a poetic work.


Alex Turner

Glass In The Park

There's glass in the park
Darling, I can't help
but keep making appointments
To sweep beneath the climbing frame

If the sun's in your eyes,
I'll tighten your blindfold, baby
Don't worry your foot won't get cut
Strut carelessly

And when you say that you need me tonight
I can't keep my feelings in disguise
The white parts of my eyeballs illuminate

And I'll wait for you
As if I'm waiting for a storm to stop
I've heard them talking
About how I'm gonna put you off

There's glass in the park
And now that I'm up off my knees
I've picked up the speed
To jump your palisades

And I shoot through the night
And suddenly all those once lost concoctions froth
And chase the day away

When you say that you need me tonight
I can't keep my feelings in disguise
The white part of my eyeballs illuminate

And I'll wait for you
As if I'm waiting for the storm to stop
I've heard them talking
About how I'm gonna put you off

You tell me, "how can I put you off when you're a matter of urgency?"
I've got a million things that I need to do, but they're all secondary
Make sure you're not followed
Meet me by the Death Balloon
Paraselene woman, I'm your man on the moon
And like a grain of diamond dust, you float
And my devotion's outer crust' crack.