Not Ralitsa Vassileva
Ian Anderson Lyrics


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Dinner table chattering classes
Tell all we need to know.
Like it.
Lump it.
Dig it.
Dump it ? on your late, late show.

And do you think you're Ralitsa Vassileva?
You're just hand-me-down news in a cookie jar.
It's a long way from here to CNN in America
And a red-eyed opinion too far.

Dish the dirt or dish the gravy.
Spill the beans to me.
Sinking fast in terminal boredom
Feigned interest flying free.

And do you think you're Ralitsa Vassileva etc.

Talking monkey,
Breaking news junkie, tragedies to reveal.
Light and breezy, up-beat squeezy,
Close in to touchy-feel.

Pass the Merlot, dance the three-step
Cut to a better chase.
Align yourself with no proposition
and simpler thoughts embrace.

Let's talk about me.
Let's talk about you.
In a world of private rooms.
Hide awhile from dark stormbringers
Sad messengers of doom.

Sadly, you can't be Ralitsa Vassileva etc.





And do you think you're Ralitsa Vassileva etc.

Overall Meaning

The song "Not Ralitsa Vassileva" by Ian Anderson is a satirical critique of the media and their manipulation of information. The opening lines present the idea that the "dinner table chattering classes" know everything there is to know, and the information they present is to be accepted, whether it is liked or not. The line "dump it on your late, late show" implies that this information is sensationalized and used as a form of entertainment.


The chorus, "And do you think you're Ralitsa Vassileva? You're just hand-me-down news in a cookie jar," refers to Ralitsa Vassileva, a Bulgarian journalist who worked for CNN. The message is that those who emulate Vassileva are merely imitating a formula for delivering news that has been established by corporate media. Anderson is critical of the 24-hour news cycle, and the repeated sensationalization of current events that lose relevance soon after airing.


The second verse of the song portrays the desperation of the media to get information in the face of terminal boredom. They are opinionated and unhappy, and resort to dish dirt, dish gravy, and spill the beans. The phrase "hand-me-down news in a cookie jar" reappears in the refrain as a criticism of the formulaic nature of journalism, and the emphasis on producing entertaining content.


In conclusion, "Not Ralitsa Vassileva" is a cynical commentary on the state of news media, which is instead driven by profit rather than facts.


Line by Line Meaning

Dinner table chattering classes
People gathered around a table talking or gossiping about things they think they know.


Tell all we need to know.
Sharing all the information they think is necessary.


Like it.
Take it or leave it.


Lump it.
Accept it as it is.


Dig it.
Enjoy it.


Dump it ? on your late, late show.
Put it on your show that airs much later.


And do you think you're Ralitsa Vassileva?
Is your news as important as Ralitsa Vassileva's?


You're just hand-me-down news in a cookie jar.
Your news is not as fresh and important as it should be.


It's a long way from here to CNN in America And a red-eyed opinion too far.
It's far-fetched to try and gain an opinion about world events from here.


Dish the dirt or dish the gravy.
Tell us all the juicy details either good or bad.


Spill the beans to me.
Tell me everything.


Sinking fast in terminal boredom Feigned interest flying free.
Losing interest quickly, pretending to still care.


Talking monkey, Breaking news junkie, tragedies to reveal.
People who consume all the news like it's their life's blood.


Light and breezy, up-beat squeezy, Close in to touchy-feel.
Talking about events in a light or glib tone, as if they don't matter greatly.


Pass the Merlot, dance the three-step Cut to a better chase.
Try to find a happier or more enjoyable topic to talk about.


Align yourself with no proposition and simpler thoughts embrace.
Don't pick a particular side or argument, and embrace less damaging thoughts.


Let's talk about me.
Let's shift the conversation to focus on myself.


Let's talk about you.
Let's shift the conversation to focus on you.


In a world of private rooms.
In a world where everyone keeps their true feelings private.


Hide awhile from dark stormbringers Sad messengers of doom.
Avoid those who constantly bring bad news.


Sadly, you can't be Ralitsa Vassileva etc.
It's impossible for you to have the same importance and influence as Ralitsa Vassileva.


And do you think you're Ralitsa Vassileva etc.
Is your news as important as Ralitsa Vassileva's?




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Written by: Ian Anderson

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