M.C. Frontalot - Shudders [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I wasn’t the smartest boy in the household by a longshot
I knew of wandering the graveyard that it’s best met with an onslaught
Of something called shudders
It’s when your body trembles and your heart skips, sputters
And you mutter counter-evils, and you grip on to your charms
I’ve never comprehended the alarm
Caused by things described variously as scary
Terrifying, ghastly. Could I follow this? Barely
Certainly never felt it. Never shuddered, and my pops
Sent me packing, called me bad luck kid, head full of rocks
I talked so loudly of my ignorance as I roamed
Complained I couldn’t get frightened, and might have bemoaned
That I’d been disowned. A friendly hangman beckoned
But I partied with his danglers, didn’t shudder for a second
Then I heard about a castle in the distance that was haunted
Nobody lasted there an evening. Could it be just what I wanted? Didn’t know

Didn’t know
There was anything
In the world
To be frightened of

I wasn’t the first one to show up claiming bravery
The rumored ends of my predecessors were unsavory
They’d become the catering at a feast of ghouls and spirits!
Neither the king nor his people would set foot near it
This seemed good; fear, it glistened in their eyes as they spoke
I figured I could pick the habit up and go
(maybe all the way back home, having understood shuddering)
Did the townspeople deem me a simpleton? Utterly
What a first night it was, too! The hellbeasts
Were like from a nightmare. I think? I don’t get bad dreams
I tried to nap but the furniture floated and spun
We did some doughnuts in the stable yard! Fun
The second night’s vigilance wasn’t any more fruitful:
Zombies down the chimney till the whole rec room’s full
All-bone nine-pin, glad I brought my lathe
Though I lost some money gambling, my denseness was unscathed

Third and final evening, my reanimated corpse
Cuddle-buddy tried to strangle me. Reliable sources
Report that I chucked him back in his coffin and sighed
Despaired of finding shudders locally and set to stride
Didn’t I want my reward? The hand of the castle’s princess?
A path to power and riches, and this is its ingress?
And this is my dimness, I guess, but I choose to keep questing:
Find the next hypothesis of scariness and keep testing
But here’s that princess requesting that I reconsider
And as I spy her she reminds me of my babysitter
A village girl I had a crush on as a lad
Who never even noticed that I couldn’t make eye contact
This one’s staring me down
She’s used to getting her way, been wearing a crown
Is she scaring me now, with her “think about it, please?”
I got this odd involuntary shaking in my knees