The Scissor sisters are a band that, like old wine, get better with age. Their first release, a self-titled album, was outrageous, funky, and had blatant homosexual overtones. It was good, and humorous, but more in a novelty band kind of way. Not so much in a Good Album, way.

And then they released Ta-dah. Which leads with the opening track I Don’t Feel Like Dancing and only gets better. They start out with a disco sound, and really move all over the place, with some of the songs almost hitting a Vaudeville/burlesque feeling.

So, with that stunning intro, lets actually get into the song it’s self.

We start out with a nice little piano line in the back, and vocals, that remind me a bit of Rufus Wainwright.

If anyone was headed for the gates of hell I know you’d be first.
I used to picture your obituary and I wished you the worst.
The danger of the playground. The radio’d said you drowned.
and I’m sorry, almost. Almost sorry.

Yesssss. One of the things that I enjoy thoroughly in a song, is humorous song about dying. This is a technique that’s also displayed in they’re song I Can’t Decide. So someone died, and our humble narator, is glad that the person in question died. But he’s sorry. Almost.

No sympathy is given to the perpetrator charged with the crime.
(Ahhh ahhh)
I’m willing to admit that it feels good to be a victim sometimes.
I won’t ever get to thank you for the terrible things you said.
I’m sorry, almost

This verse is about the same, and then it moves into the chorus, adding a bassline, and drums.

that you’re-
dead to the world, where I hoped you would be.
I never imagined you’d live on in me.
You gave me destination, but I payed for the ride.
The place you punched my ticket left a crater inside.
Where I cried.
(He cried)
Where I cried.
(You died)

The addition of breathy little backing vocals and really cool imagery in the lyrics carries us on into the next part, we’ll call it, chorus 2

Where I cried from the bruises, learned to live with the scars.
Now you live in the mirror. When I look, there you are.
You’re the shadow on the faces of the people I meet
Have you claimed eternal shotgun in my passenger seat?
Well, I’m sorry.
(Almost)
Almost sorry.
(Ahhh ahhh)

Then we get a little solo of… I want to say kazoo, that almost sounds like Goerge Harrison style guitar to me. Then finally we end with this last message.

Sometimes the best design is done by damage.
The accident can cease.
A rainbow still looks pretty when it bleeds.