This evocative ballad explores themes of longing, solitude, and the complex interplay between physical desire and emotional emptiness. The narrator addresses a distant love through the nostalgic medium of a cassette letter, highlighting their physical and emotional isolation. Despite the seemingly casual scenario of mundane details and romantic yearning, the lyrics underscore loneliness as a potent aphrodisiac, surpassing conventional triggers like youth, beauty, and fame. The song vividly portrays moments of intimate despair, illustrated by vignettes of other characters seeking connection in diverse, sometimes absurd ways. Ultimately, it paints a poignant picture: the pursuit of intimacy is fraught with vulnerability and the stark reality of being alone.
No Aphrodisiac
Lyrics
A letter to you on a cassette
'Cause we don't write anymore
Gotta make it up quickly
There's people asleep on the second floor
There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness
Truth beauty and a picture of you
You'll be walking your dog in a few hours
I'll be asleep in my brother's house
You're a thousand miles away
With food between your teeth
Come up for summer I've got a place near the beach
There's room for your dog
There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness
Truth beauty and a picture of you
There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness
Youth truth beauty fame boredom and a bottle of pills
There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness
You shouldn't leave me alone
There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness
Bare feet like a tom-boy and a crooked smile
Truth youth beauty fame boredom red hair no hair innocence
Saturday and a picture of you
A letter to you on a cassette
You shouldn't leave me alone
Forty shaved sexy wants to do it all day
With a gun-totin' trigger-happy tranny named Kinky Renée
Tired teacher twenty-eight seeks regular meetings for masculine muscular nappy-clad brutal breeding
While his wife rough-wrestles with a puppy all aquiver
On a wine-soaked strobe-lit Asiatic hall of mirrors and a dash of loneliness
There's no aphrodisiac quite like it
Truth youth beauty fame boredom red hair no hair innocence impunity and a picture of you
I got a video set-up me love you short time she pay me suck his finger with some fine wine
Writer(s): GLENN EASTON DORMAND, MATT FORD, TIMOTHY JAMES FREEDMAN
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group
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