Those crufties at the top? I was trying to put up a nice box to separate the first-time-visitor stuff from the rest of the blog. Planning to repeat that first-time-visitor stuff above each blog, to catch the attention of first-timers. Gotta go do some experiments.
Here's the crack:
To be scientific, love happens in the brain, between the ears, not in the heart. It's a wonderful feeling. Unfortunately, between the ears is also the location of other feelings.
You could be embarassed, feel like a fool. "People say it all the time / even when it's true." That doesn't feel like love.
That pang of guilty conscience is another thing between the ears that doesn't feel like love.
Crying, which is "not concerned with blame or fault" comes from real sorrow. It could be the pain of loss: lost love, lost loved ones or lost friendship. It's another thing betwwen the ears that doesn't feel like love. Simon draws the clear line between sorrow and guilty conscience, the latter definitely concerned with blame and fault.
Feels like a threat.
A voice in your head that you'd rather forget.
No joke, no joke.
You get sick from that unspoken.
This whole track is about the things that run between the ears that you'd really rather not have running there. You'd prefer "some chicken and a corn muffin ...".
The problem could be indecision. You could think "Yay" and then "Boo" about something. (A Jimmy Buffett favorite: "Indecision may or may not be part of my problem.")
You could be afraid of making a mistake. You could combine that fear with pangs of conscience over past mistakes.
Love happens between the ears. Lots of other things happen between the ears, too. This track is a catalog of the unpleasant things that don't feel like love. It's just what the title says.
