WHAT FOLLOWS IS ALL OPINION AND ARGUMENT WHY I DON'T LIKE ROBBIE/ GERI/ POSH/ BRITNEY etc
"I sit and talk to God
And he just laughs at my plans
My head speaks a language
I don't understand" |
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It is bland! The metre, the rhyme, even the meaning.
That's what I would have written as a second year philosophy student. In fact, I think I have - I'll see if I can find it and look at the similarity.
'I sit and talk to God' must have be written thousands of times before. God laughing at us is old hat. And the supposed schizphrenia in my head and 'I' (which I guess means head/ soul a division that Descartes came up with a long time ago) is just every song there ever has been. Plus, please rhyming 'plans' with 'understand'. There is no depth there - none at all
I really feel that we accept the bland as inciteful (sic) too much. We don't challenge enough - we almost don't feel able to make mistakes so we go over old ground and just can't be creative. But if I want just music to entertain me, I'll listen to Destiny's Child, even Stone Roses because at least its not like trying to swim through air.
It is not just Robbie/ Geri/ Posh I find dull (I think the Americans are better at pop music than us actually). And there are a few pop songs I like - you only need to look at my iPod. Also an indie band called The Libertines. They bore me as well. There is nothing there...nothing to get angry at, nothing to get emotional about. I just get so bored. I might as well put a Black Lace party album, or eat Rice cakes cos I know I have to eat but I don't really want to enjoy it.
here's a lyric
Halleujah (Leonard Cohen)
Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Now maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Is how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
And it's not complaint you hear tonight
And it's not some pilgrim who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah