Wednesday, July 26, 2006

It's because of the music, I tell you

It's always about the things you can't have, isn't it? The nice, smart girl, the cool car, the laid-back lifestyle, the lasting relationship, the high-paying dream job, or maybe even the quiet, peaceful death.

Sometimes you gamble, hoping against hope that things finally turn out the way you've always envisioned them to be, then BLAM! You are officially screwed over - by a crappy boss, your partner, by some random shithead on the street - by life in general. And this does not happen once or twice, it happens ALL THE TIME.

You want to flash the finger at someone, and then you realize that either you can't accuse anyone; or everyone, even you, is to blame. How shitty is that?

Suddenly I'm angry at the world again.

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A big thank you goes out to Peachy (damn it, the closest Blogger.com would give me was lavender), who was so nice as to recommend this absolutely depressing and arrogant song. I just love it.

The World is Full of Crashing Bores
Morrissey

You must be wondering how
The boy next door turned out

Have a care, But don't stare
Because he's still there
Lamenting policewomen policemen silly women taxmen
Uniformed whores, They who wish to hurt you, Work within the law
This world is full, So full of crashing bores
And I must be one, 'Cos no one ever turns to me to say
Take me in your arms, Take me in your arms, And love me

You must be wondering how
The boy next door turned out
Have a care, And say a prayer
Because he's still there

Lamenting policewomen policemen silly women taxmen
Uniformed whores, Educated criminals, Work within the law
This world is full, Oh oh, So full of crashing bores
And I must be one, cos no one ever turns to me to say
Take me in your arms, Take me in your arms
And love me, And love me

What really lies, Beyond the constraints of my mind
Could it be the sea, With fate mooning back at me
No it's just more lock jawed pop stars
Thicker than pig shit, Nothing to convey
They're so scared to show intelligence
It might smear their lovely career

This world, I am afraid, Is designed for crashing bores
I am not one, I am not one
You don't understand, You don't understand, And yet you can
Take me in your arms and love me, Love me, And love me

Take me in your arms and love me, Love me, love me
Take me in your arms and love me, Take me in your arms and love me

2 told me off:

Peachy said...

I love Morrissey for ever and ever amen!!! :D

One of my favourite lines from that song is, No, it's just more lock-jawed popstars thicker than pigshit, nothing to convey. They're so scared to show intelligence, it might smear their lovely career.

If there's a guy who can sing about bitterness really well, that'd be him.

iamstorm said...

this one's mine:

This world is full, So full of crashing bores, and I must be one, 'cos no one ever turns to me to say,
Take me in your arms, Take me in your arms, And love me...