In the newsgroup alt.religion.kibology,”Chalice Of Fire” lyricist Matt McIrvin wrote:
Aw, man, I hate how now these days all songs have to be about love or something. I miss the Eighties. In the Eighties you could have that kind of song, but you could also sing a song that was about absolutely nothing at all and made no sense, and nobody would even think that you were cerebral or quirky or David Byrne, provided that every individual word in the song was a sufficiently rad-i-kool word.
As evidence I offer the following unrecorded song, which I wrote on the tour bus while I was the lead singer of “The Fixx,” shortly before I quit and joined “Loverboy” because they had a better dental plan and more POW-WUH. I now consider this to be the anthem of a generation.
It was clearly destined for the Cartel.
Chalice Of FireShe runs in the shadow of a motorized race
The light of the fire in an enemy’s face
The moon flies a shiver of electrical night
There’s lace in the leather and it makes it all right
Ohhhh, and you’re running
Running on a serious wire
Ohhhh, and you’re running
Running through a chalice of fire
There’s a shot on the water and a bolt in the heart
Mind over matter is the dangerous part
And the line in the mirror is a sliver of steel
Now she remembers how the innocent feel
Ohhhh, and you’re running
Running on a serious wire
Ohhhh, and you’re running
Running through a chalice of fire
A laser in the night
We bring it to the fight
Whether we’re WRONG OR RIIIIIGGGHT–
[cool noises for about twenty seconds]
Ohhhh, and you’re running
Running on a serious wire
Ohhhh, and you’re running
Running through a chalice of fire
[repeat and fade out]