This tune comes from my past. 

It is a “message in a bottle” a whisper in my ear from the god.   Something like Socrates’ daimonion, which from a child had spoke cautionary messages to him…  The whispered message of this old song, that we are borne along by time.  The passage of time is almost always not taken into account.  A better way of putting it would be to say that my intentions are never, and cannot be straight forwardly achieved.   They are transformed into something else.

The one most important thing to keep in mind is the is easiest to forget. 

My desires are not fulfilled in the manner that I expect.  Always, something else is the outcome, the upshot of my intentions.  Could it be that we are just tools of fate?  Is the exercise of my will, the goals which I have in mind, the exercise of “freedom” to achieve _____________ only the expression of a certain conditioning, the attitudes (the rages, the terrors, or the amped up ambition) absorbed in my childhood from those who surrounded me?

Why does the male speaker in the lyric insist upon a intimate relationship with this one female who cannot sustain a faithful relationship with a singular male?  Why does he insist upon her?  The speaker speaks of inexpressible hurt, the pain of betrayal.  He suggests that his love for her is pure, that somehow she is at fault, as if she is somehow flawed…  “In spite of your cheatin’, still love you so.”

It would be interesting to hear her side of this story, would it not?

What if both, male and female are but “playing out” a script that they did not choose, one which they inherited,  that was passed down to them from generation to generation?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DDEdFxUZ01s

Liar Liar

By The Castaways

Liar, liar, pants on fire
Your nose is longer than a telephone wire

Ask me, baby, why I’m sad
You been out all night, know you been bad
Don’t tell me different, know it’s a lie
Come kill me, honey, see how I cry

Why must you hurt me, do what you do?
Listen here, girl, can’t you see I love you?
Make a little effort, try to be true
I’ll be happy, not so blue

Liar, liar, pants on fire
Your nose is longer than a telephone wire

If you keep on tellin’ me those lies
Still goin’ out with other guys
There’ll come a day I’ll be gone
Take my advice, won’t be long

When that day comes, won’t be mad
Be free of you, but I’ll still be sad
In spite of your cheatin’, still love you so
I’ll be unhappy if I let you go

Liar, liar, pants on fire
Your nose is longer than a telephone wire

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“Liar, Liar” is the obscure single hit to end all obscure single hits. The Castaways were a garage band in the 1960s, composed of James Donna on keyboards, Robert Folschow and Dick Roby on guitar, Roy Hensley on bass guitar and Dennis Craswell on drums. “Liar, Liar” was written by Donna and Craswell. Folschow also provided the falsetto vocal. This is definitely their only hit – to anyone’s knowledge, it might even be their only surviving original song.

The song peaked at number 12 hit single on the Billboard Hot 100 in 1965 on Soma Records.

These people are true Minnesotans. People from the Twin Cities don’t like to make a big deal of themselves. You will never hear about the Minnesotan who wanted to take over the world and would stop at nothing.