Niall Stokes wrote about this song:
“The song’s central character is completely unselfconsciously parading the ultimate in consumer envy. It’s a powerful image of the spiritual collapse of a world where everybody wants more and your wroth is ultimately measured according to your ability to spend…on yourself. Having been alluded to briefly in ‘Miami’, plastic surgery gets another mention here- Michael Jackson’s specifically.”
One you start, you find it hard to stop. The nose, then the eyes, the chin, etc. A genius he was considered until he went out of control and the tide turned.
Nial goes on to write, “Its wry humor notwithstanding, ‘The Playboy Mansion’ is not intended to be smart. For all the warped values in evidence, the song is infused with a real sense of spiritual yearning as if at some deep level, the covetous protagonist knows it’s all fake, that far from being better, his desires are but a pale shadow of the heart’s need for a more fulfilling kind of truth.”
Or maybe that’s just Bono coming through.
Click here to download the guitar tab for The playboy mansion
If Coke is a mystery
Michael Jackson… History
If beauty is truth
And surgery the fountain of youth
What am I to do
Have I got the gifts to get me through
The gates of that mansion
If OJ is more than a drink
And a Big Mac bigger than you think
If perfume is an obsession
And talk shows, confession
What have we got to lose
Another push and maybe we’ll be through
The gates of that mansion
I never bought a Lotto ticket
I never parked in anyone’s space
The banks they’re like cathedrals
I guess casinos took their place
Love, come on down
Don’t wake her, she’ll come around
Chance is a kind of religion
Where you’re damned for plain hard luck
I never did see that movie
I never did read that book
Love, come on down
Let my numbers come around
Don’t know if I can hold on
Don’t know if I’m that strong
Don’t know if I can wait that long
‘Til the colours come flashing
And the lights go on
Then will there be no time for sorrow
Then will there be no time for shame
And though I can’t say why
I know I’ve got to believe
We’ll go driving in that pool
It’s who you know that gets you through
The gates of the Playboy mansion
The Playboy mansion
The Playboy mansion
Then will there be no time for sorrow
Then will there be no time for pain
Then will there be no time for sorrow
Then will there be no time for shame
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