Eddy Dillon’s Lady Godiva is a lo-fi hype-ness, put it in your wallet; festival of simple, textual love hymn. What all that means is that it’s a fun, at times apathetic, lyrical song. It doesn’t touch you there. But it may as well be.
Dillon hails from Melbourne – a wonderful place for weird acts, weird people, and artsy folks who produce some fab tunes.
The overall gamut of this song, doesn’t take you anywhere.
It’s tone is here-and-now.
It’s about your sitting position.
It’s about those nails you didn’t bite yet.
Niggling pains, un-bearable itches, soft lips: a combination that just describes ‘Lady Godiva’.
Surely we don’t know what his intentions were, when writing this song.
But do we really care?
Even if we did, is it important?
We don’t know that either.
The ‘importance’ of that thought exercise, is, ultimately ‘un-important’.