I was listening to the radio today, and the Killers’s no-longer-new song “When You Were Young” came on. It’s a pretty good song, probably my fourth-favorite song by them (after the three hits from their first album, which are the only songs of theirs I know). But I realized today that it’s also an important song, for the following legally binding reason (here’s a paragraph break so you know I’m serious):
Once you admit that you like this song, you can never hate on Meat Loaf again, ever. You can make fun of him, sure—how could you not?—just like you can make fun of “I’ve got soul but I’m not a soldier,” but you can no longer talk about how bad Meat Loaf is or how much you hate his lyrics and his over-the-top delivery. If you do that you must admit, in a notarized document, that “When You Were Young” by the Killers is a bad song for all the reasons you just laid out.
Leaving aside a comparison of the sound (and they sound exactly the same), here’s a side-by-side comparison of the lyrics of this song and Meat Loaf’s 1977 classic “Bat Out of Hell.” If you can convince me that Brandon Flowers’s lyrics are more respectable than Meat Loaf’s, I will tell you that you are wrong and that I am not convinced.
The scene is set:
Killers:
You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now … here he comes!Meat Loaf:
The sirens are screaming and the fires are howling
Way down in the valley tonight
Theres’ a man in the shadows with a gun in his eye
And a blade shining oh so bright
There’s evil in the air and there’s thunder in the sky
And a killer’s on the bloodshot streets
And down in the tunnel where the deadly are rising
Oh I swear I saw a young boy down in the gutter
He was starting to foam in the heat
The passionate chorus:
Killers:
He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined when you were young
(not that ridiculous until you factor in the way he sings “Jeee-zus”)Meat Loaf:
Like a bat out of hell
I’ll be gone when the morning comes
When the night is over
Like a bat out of hell I’ll be gone, gone, gone
A dramatic view of the uncertain future:
Killers:
Can we climb this mountain
I don’t know
Higher now than ever before
I know we can make it if we take it slow
Let’s take it easyMeat Loaf:
I’m gonna hit the highway like a battering ram
On a silver black phantom bike
When the metal is hot and the engine is hungry
And we’re all about to see the light
The freedom and danger of the road:
Killers:
We’re burning up the highway skyline
On the back of a hurricane that started turning
When you were youngMeat Loaf:
I can see myself
Tearing up the road
Faster than any other boy has ever gone
A sudden interruption: a soft bridge, backed by keyboards:
Killers:
They say the devil’s water, it ain’t so sweet
You don’t have to drink right now
But you can dip your feet
Every once in a little whileMeat Loaf:
Then I’m dying on the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun
Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike
And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell
And the last thing I see is my heart
Still beating
Breaking out of my body
And flying away
Like a bat out of hell
And close with: the chorus! But louder!
Killers:
He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus
I said he doesn’t look a thing like Jesus
But more than you’ll ever knowMeat Loaf:
Like a bat out of hell
Like a bat out of hell
Like a bat out of hell
Like a bat out of hell
Like a bat out of hell
Like a bat out of hell
And yes, it’s true that Meat Loaf’s songs are nine to eleven minutes long while the Killers’s songs are only three to five. That’s because Meat Loaf has the balls to be Meat Loaf, whereas the Killers still want to be played on Indie 103.1. The temptation must be excruciating; you know that somewhere there’s a 9:35 version of “All the Things That I’ve Done,” contractually forbidden to ever see the light of day. Every night, Brandon Flowers plays it and lets it lull him to sleep, as he lies under his dim blacklight wearing his sheer silver pajamas.