Recorded by 10,000 Maniacs
In the late 80s, we Gen-Xers were treated to some beautiful song lyrics. Yes, hair bands like Dangerous Toys offered us songs like “Sportin' A Woody,” but artsy upstate New York, alt-hippy bands like 10,000 Maniacs gifted us with the kind of poetry found in “Like The Weather.” Singer, songwriter and front person Natalie Merchant gave us hope, even during the nastiest of weather and foulest of moods.
It’s one of my favorite songs about deep, terrible depression. It’s so quirky and fun! Gloomy weather symbolizing grim moods is nothing new in pop music. Twenty years earlier, in “Rain,” The Beatles made a case that it’s “just a state of mind,” and with proper encouragement, “the weather’s fine,” and it’s ok to come out of hiding to enjoy life. But this may not be the case with our protagonist, nor does she seem to have someone at hand to encourage her. Let’s jump in.
The color of the sky as far as I can see is coal grey.
Lift my head from the pillow and then fall again.
Some people might mistake the protagonist’s condition as weather-related, but this is a depressed person. As I type, it’s dark and wet outside, and yes, super-gloomy, but I’m not in bed. I’m working on my blog. 10,000 Maniacs are from Western New York, where Buffalo, Cleveland, Pittsburgh, Canada and Lake Erie team up to provide you with some nasty-cold winters. Surely, weather alone can’t stop them!
She notes that the only thing currently keeping her alive is involuntary breathing. She’s otherwise mentally checked out and drowning in misery. She’s shivering, quivering and crying. By noon, she has done nothing while others have already “put in half a day.” So let’s revisit that idea of receiving help from another – let’s get into that bridge!
Do I need someone here to scold me
or do I need someone who'll grab
and pull me out of this four poster dull torpor pulling downward?
First, let’s start with the obvious. Has anyone else ever used the word “torpor” in a pop song? Probably not. And another thing uncommon in pop songs of the time is admitting that you need help. I’m not sure scolding is the best method, but certainly a helping hand sometimes needs to grab a little firmer. But sadly, we never see her ask for help and instead:
I say my prayers nightly this will pass away.
Personally, I think human help is better. But don’t take it from me, because without help, without reaching out to a friend (hmm, that gives me an idea for my next blog post), you might continue to feel like:
The color of the sky is grey as I can see through the blinds.
Lift my head from the pillow and then fall again
with a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather.
A quiver in my voice as I cry,
"What a cold and rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hid away?"
I shiver, quiver, and try to wake.
--MJK
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