Neanderpundit

(Hopefully mr Poretto will forgive my feeble homage to his work)

I have another song, I’ve been listening to for a couple days now, and it’s an incredibly beautiful one- “Don’t know Why” by Nora Jones.

Ms Jones is herself beautiful, her voice is incredible to hear, the song soothes and lulls you into it’s embrace.

Then it stabs you in the heart with jagged steel talons, if you bother to listen to the lyrics.

In contrast with mr Mather’s work in the post below, this piece is smooth and tasty, but it’s about a woman who is as bloodless and uncaring as they come.

I waited ’til I saw the sun
I don’t know why I didn’t come
I left you by the house of fun
I don’t know why I didn’t come
I don’t know why I didn’t come

She’s tearing apart a relationship, she knows she’s doing it, and doesn’t seem to care. She stands the guy up.

When I saw the break of day
I wished that I could fly away
Instead of kneeling in the sand
Catching teardrops in my hand She’s crying but all she can think about is “I Me My”. Bloodless bitch. Her pain is all she cares about , absolutely no concern for the gut wrenching her other feels.

My heart is drenched in wine
But you’ll be on my mind
Forever

I’m all liquored up, but I promise to think about you! Great. I’ll remember to pencil some time in for you to “think” of me.

Out across the endless sea
I would die in ecstasy
But I’ll be a bag of bones
Driving down the road along

I could be happy if I showed up, but instead I’m gonna be a sad sack and wallow in self pity. Drama queen.

My heart is drenched in wine
But you’ll be on my mind
Forever

Something has to make you run
I don’t know why I didn’t come
I feel as empty as a drum
I don’t know why I didn’t come
I don’t know why I didn’t come
I don’t know why I didn’t come

“Guess I don’t have anything to say except boy, I wish I had anything inside to make me lovable. Hope this pissed you off enough to leave forever”

This is an interesting metaphor for politics, in some ways. The hallmarks of liberalisim, those smooth, sweet, tasty things you hear from many politicians, they have hearts of pure hatred and evil, while the raucus, jangling painful truth, we shy away from, even though it’s message is the one we should heed. Those two “greats” of their era, Bruce Springsteen and Bob Seeger, drive this point home as well, Bruce, a popular and skilled musician with a large following and the political acumen of a potato rind, and Bob a less technically skilled musician who writes songs with an honesty you can feel in your bones.

In my opinion, anyway. YMMV

Thankfully, I don’t think Ms Jones is represented by this song, and I haven’t heard enough of her other work to make up my mind about her. This song was written by a guy, Jesse Harris, and it sounds very much like he was on the receiving end of the dump at one point. I hope to hear more of her work soon, and I hope it represents less brain damaged women.

(apologies, Francis)

No, I’m not a fan, and no, I don’t like it, but all rules have exceptions. Also, before anyone jumps in and says something racist, remember, crackers more or less invented rap. 1974, remember? Norman Dolph-Paul DiFranco-Joey Levine piece called “life is a rock and the radio rolled me”? Get that bastard stuck in your head for a day or two. Like having red hot icepicks driven into your temporal lobe.

Anyway, lately I’ve been listening to Eminem a lot, partially because of that specifically goofy movie “8 Mile”. Some of the stuff is fun- I get a kick out of Mr Mathers thumbing his nose at just about everyone, and frankly, we all did it when we were that age. it has the same kind of appeal as a lot of the bubblegum music of my youth, and for those same reasons, I enjoy it.

Once in a while, though, marshall hits on something that hits home for me, because it’s honest and real and some of mr Mather’s shows through.
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She deserves your prayers, even if only for raising that boy.

I know what it is to lose someone- my heart goes out to you, Rob.