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― Jody Beth Rosen, Sunday, 20 October 2002 07:27 (twenty-three years ago)

The purpose of this song is the chorus, the whole song is one glorious chorus. The only real truth you can take from rock'n'roll, is not the sex and the drugs, it's nothing to do with that. Anyone, who sings so, is just showing off; the singer with a girlfriend, is a break up song waiting to happen. The truth is this: you're a loser, but keep on trying on anyway.

(what song am I talking about?)

― jel -- (jel), Sunday, 20 October 2002 08:44 (twenty-three years ago)

Modern Livers -- "girlfriend"?

― Sterling Clover (s_clover), Sunday, 20 October 2002 09:09 (twenty-three years ago)

It was "surrender" by cheap trick.

I think this is a potentially good thread! I will write some more paragraphs later.

― jel -- (jel), Sunday, 20 October 2002 10:53 (twenty-three years ago)

The transitory and permanent natures of love are explored in this song through its focus on the now but its belief in the forever. The feeling of accord with each other and with nature expressed in its verses help to build an atmosphere of permanence and endurance. The tribute to the tradition of loving that has preceded theirs is an acknowledgement of love as ubiquitous. At the same time the inevitibility of goodbyes, other lovers and sorrow is expressed. The allusions to a journey show that change will occur and the elements of nature chosen for use in the similies are transitory and ever-changing ones, but beautiful ones to remind us that love, at the moment it felt, is beautiful and for that moment feels like a blissful forever.

That's more like two paragraphs but let's pretend it's one. Anyone know which song I'm talking about?

― toraneko (toraneko), Sunday, 20 October 2002 14:04 (twenty-three years ago)

"i want to fuck you in the ass"

― come on, like you expect any less (dubplatestyle), Sunday, 20 October 2002 14:05 (twenty-three years ago)

great paragraph jess.

― Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Sunday, 20 October 2002 14:15 (twenty-three years ago)

Jess's paragraph is obviously a misreading of Holly Valance's "Down Boy"

― toraneko (toraneko), Sunday, 20 October 2002 14:17 (twenty-three years ago)

S'not Nelly Furtado, is it?

― Mr Swygart (mrswygart), Sunday, 20 October 2002 14:43 (twenty-three years ago)

You talking about mine? If so, nope.

― toraneko (toraneko), Sunday, 20 October 2002 15:36 (twenty-three years ago)

"The great thing about the song is how perfectly balanced it is: it never emotionally lets go in either direction, though you constantly feel it's about to: it always holds itself back from jumping into overt sadness and loss, but it never suggests happiness or gain either. It's almost unbearably *poised*, set on a windowsill between extremes of emotion, right down to the slow, embarrassed fade. The 1995-model Tindersticks could cover this song and bring out a whole new dimension: it might almost have been written for them to reinvent."

What am I talking about? (clue: it's a recent US number one)

― robin carmody (robin carmody), Monday, 21 October 2002 00:17 (twenty-three years ago)

"The whole thing just makes me wanna knit."

any takers?

― angelo (angelo), Monday, 21 October 2002 00:20 (twenty-three years ago)

first to come into my mind, Angelo: "Top of the World" by the Carpenters

― robin carmody (robin carmody), Monday, 21 October 2002 00:21 (twenty-three years ago)

no, but good guess, robin. 'the sweater song' by weezer. cos rock music should be taken literally sometimes and, anyway, irony's what one does to their clothes, right?

― angelo (angelo), Monday, 21 October 2002 00:38 (twenty-three years ago)

Arrrrghhhhh...

― Kim (Kim), Monday, 21 October 2002 01:23 (twenty-three years ago)

If pissing in the river Geoff was here, he'd know which song I'm talking about. Where is Geoff these days anyway?

― toraneko (toraneko), Monday, 21 October 2002 04:50 (twenty-three years ago)

Early morning, late sixties, linty heavy drab green drapes squinting open where a faint sun can bounce off a bedbug bed, a tangle-up in hair (blueblood and/or jew-blood), clothes and wine spilling into tight corners and under nighttables. The city is quiet but for the garbage exhaust cough and rattle backing into the street, metronomic horn beep, cursing driver. It's dark in that room, and then the small slash of sun draws our pale, weary singer eyesfirst into the light, the balcony, the borough of Manhattan, onto the backs of the winged mammals, the planes, the heavens.

― Jody Beth Rosen, Monday, 21 October 2002 05:25 (twenty-three years ago)

"sunday morning"?

― Aaron A., Monday, 21 October 2002 05:50 (twenty-three years ago)

More or less, yeah. "I'm Set Free." But I sort of had "Sunday Morning" in mind too -- I wrote about it on my blog a while back.

Partway through "Sunday Morning" (maybe around the "early dawning" line), I make a braincheck of the weekday and time. No sun yet; it's raining, in fact. But if you crane your neck to peek out my sliver of visible window behind the blinds, you might see a haircrack of dawn leaking through. "Sunday Morning" does indeed sound gorgeous right now -- a half-assed confessional mumbled at the end of a long, raucous Saturday night, or at the beginning of a new morning, when some shitcar down in the street wakes you up with its bleating alarm and you're too tired to crawl out on the fire escape and throw your toaster through the guy's window. Here it's just rain on the air conditioner, rain on everyone's air conditioner, rain that actually sounds like sheets (you know, when they talk about "sheets of rain"?), like long, thin slabs of sheet metal being shaken in the wind. Watch out, the world's behind you.

― Jody Beth Rosen, Monday, 21 October 2002 05:59 (twenty-three years ago)

Originally, her vocal sounded great: a little petulant, but in that just-right, sexy way that went just fine with the bottle-rocket block-party background noises and bustling beat. Likewise, his...well, it was a noble failure, though the track was plenty hot (even got R&B play as a B-side sans vox), but at least it was heading in the right direction, and was fairly enjoyable anyway. So what happens when you replace him with her? You get the baddest-assed party jam of the past couple years, sez me: the place where her arrogant cool becomes earned rather than upstart, and the place the groove seems to have always wanted to be.

Anyone?

― M Matos (M Matos), Monday, 21 October 2002 06:07 (twenty-three years ago)

Whenever the Sunday Morning xylophone intro starts in my head, it's not at dawn (despite the lyric), but it's when I walk out, alone, from wherever I've crashed and the bright sunlight hits with a brutal wallop. And then the depressing contrast of bright eyed, pressed and starched church goers (who are always conspicuous on a Sunday morning in Texas)and my bleary eyed, reeking self.

― Aaron A., Monday, 21 October 2002 06:24 (twenty-three years ago)

"Arrrrghhhhh... "

Difficult to guess which specific song your'e describing here Kim - I mean, obviously it's something by Phil Collins', but which one? I'll hazard a guess at "One More Night" but that really is just a guess.

― Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Monday, 21 October 2002 11:29 (twenty-three years ago)

"Arrrrghhhhh... "

I think that's either "C is for Cookie" or "The End"

― dave225 (Dave225), Monday, 21 October 2002 11:36 (twenty-three years ago)

All of these paragraphs relate to "Swamp Thing" by The Grid.

― Dom Passantino (Dom Passantino), Monday, 21 October 2002 11:45 (twenty-three years ago)

Michaelangelo whatever that bootleg is I want it now. Please reveal.

― Tim Finney (Tim Finney), Monday, 21 October 2002 12:15 (twenty-three years ago)

Kim is talking about "three little pigs" by Green Jello

― jel -- (jel), Monday, 21 October 2002 12:18 (twenty-three years ago)

Hi! Guess what - I'm in something of a "Dilemma" about writing a paragraph about this super sexy smoocher from the nefarious Nelly and kute Kelly Rowlands. It is good to see that the former Dexy's frontman has overcome his well-documented history of drug abuse, bankruptcy and rehabilitation to emerge from his prior era and perform on this sensational sizzler. Mind you, hasn't his voice gone a lot higher? I say, "Kev," I know you wanted to "Come On Eileen" but that didn't mean you had to become her! What scurrilous scrapes our Popidols of a prior era continue to get up to!

― Ross "Pop Gossip" Gossip, Monday, 21 October 2002 12:25 (twenty-three years ago)

Her wall was bare. I couldn't believe it. No shelves filled with carefully alphabetised CDs, from Abba to Zappa (even with nothing in between)? It was, like, off putting, you know, because sex - well, how would my grandad in 1825 have reacted to the So Solid Crew. "Can't 'bonk' to that, Doris," he'd groan. Except he wouldn't. Well I would. Only the sort of 45-year-old loser who actually never has to work again in his life and wanders around with a completely arrogant aura of supposed humility, that's all. I mean, no consulting the Filofax for Pinner-Norbury connections? It was like all six episodes of The Baron which I had seen prior to August 13, 1972 (other television programmes I had seen before that date: The Persuaders, The Newcomers, Captain Pugwash, The Golden Shot, At Last The 1948 Show, On The Buses). So, like, was there, you know, any, like, pleasure? You know that KLF song "Justified and Ancient"? Good, because I don't. You know Clint Black's 1990 breakthrough album "Killin' Time"? That's more what, like, it felt like. So I got home, plugged in my £299 (RRP: £576, Dodgy Derek Audio, Dalston Junction, 25th November 1991) Tannhauser 12D headphones and listened to angry rock and roll. I listened to all my Rolling Stones albums in alphabetical order - yes, even 1982's dismal "Still Life" live effort - and failed to get angrier about bonking. So I retreated to Steve Fucidin's unjustly forgotten 1978 classic Radar single "You Never Even Seen Her" (orange vinyl, 49p out of Vinyl Vandals, Rickmansworth, 28th June 1979) and found that it said what I needed to say - about relationships, about Barry, about sports, and about, yeah, you know, voting Labour, and women, who I don't mind, you know, but...I don't know.

― Nick Hornpipe, Monday, 21 October 2002 12:34 (twenty-three years ago)

Tim, you have it now and have had it for a long time. It's "The Magnificent Romeo"

― M Matos (M Matos), Monday, 21 October 2002 13:04 (twenty-three years ago)

Ha ha - I had always assumed you were talking about an R&B vocal, but in a way you were anyway.

― Tim Finney (Tim Finney), Monday, 21 October 2002 13:09 (twenty-three years ago)

Of course I was actually arggh-ing at the irony joke, but that Phil Collins guess from Stewart must mean that he's a true clairvoyant with the key to my subconscious mind. If there had been a few hundred more "rrrrr"s in there, it'd be safe to assume that Phil's 'you'll be in my heart" would be the one I had in mind.

― Kim (Kim), Tuesday, 22 October 2002 01:23 (twenty-three years ago)

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