She hopes we can be friends
We said goodbye before hello
What if I were Romeo in Black Jeans
She's just looking for someone to Dance with.
Then surfed the net for commentary. Here are some interesting thoughts from the web site titled Stylist. They state that everyone has some special pieces of music in their head that strike a special chord inside of them. The reviewer is Alfred Soto:
Penn’s whiney pipes suit lyrics whose wisdom is encapsulated in the declarative simplicity of the admission, “She hopes we can be friends” and in the useful “We said goodbye before hello.” Handling bass, all guitars, and a galloping drum program that’s the song’s most striking element, the auteur palliates his Dylan-esque sneer with a demo-style directness. That’s the best that can be said about “No Myth”—it’s a demo unsullied by additional tinkering ...
Like all the best rock songs, “No Myth” asks questions it refuses to answer; its creator’s sullenness dovetails with the song’s mystery. We know (and he knows we know) that Penn isn’t Romeo in black jeans; he’s a guy with long bangs and a rather lugubrious self-possession, brother of one of Hollywood’s more masochistically naturalistic actors, too anonymous to be the subject of any myths, be they romantic or aesthetic. The most telling moment occurs during the bridge, in which Penn slings polysyllabic rhymes like Ted Nugent doing scales. It’s lovely, plaintive; bravado replaces snark. . .
After not hearing or thinking of this song for twenty years, I know it will be bouncing around in my head for the next several weeks.