Don't. Turn. Around.

I have a confession. And I hope it doesn't affect my intellectual image too much.

But I must admit: I've been grooving on the 80's music. And I'm not talking about Night Ranger or Joan Jett or even Michael Jackson.

I'm talking nasty British Wailing music.

Note: Not 'Whaling' music. There is a distinct difference between the two genres, trust me.

So, there's this local radio station that plays a 'Retro Lunchbox' .

Note: The 80's were apparently long enough ago to now be considered Retro. Scary.

Additional Note: Even Scarier: Boy George and The Devo fellows cannot possibly have aged well.

Photographic Evidence Now Follows:

Anyway.

So I'm grooving. And jiving. And digging. And wailing, yes.

Maybe the reason I am feeling the groove of 80's music lately is because I am in need of more depth in my life, i.e. deeper thinking, and the meaningful lyrics of the era are giving me pause. To think. And grow. As a member of society.

Note: Nah. Probably not.

So here's an example: Der Kommissar by After the Fire, a one-hit wonder circa 1983. The words are deep, yes. After a thorough analysis I believe that I understand what the songwriters were actually trying to say.

Don't turn around, oh oh

Der Kommissar's in town, oh oh

And if he talks to you Then you'll know why

The more you live The faster you will die

Don't turn around, oh oh

Der Kommissar's in town, oh oh

Der Kommissar, roughly translates in German to 'The Kommissar', yes. Further study of the lyrics indicate that the Kommissar is in town and it might not be a such a good idea to turn around.

Wow. The 80's were deep.

Heck, yes!