Don’t know jack about music either
(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.
I haven’t heard much of Nora Jones, but I like the song you mention. I never paid that much attention to the lyrics. You might like Dido as well, she has a smooth voice like that.
I’m not much of a music guru, I just like what I like, and can’t really explain why most of the time.
(blinks) Wait … what!?!?
I’m assuming you would be just as brutal about “Dear John” songs written by men (you know, like “I used to love her/but I had to kill her” by G&R), because I think you trippin’ here.
Broad:
Effort: A+
Reading comprehension: F
This song (read above) was written by a guy. I have no idea whether he was on the giving or receiving end of this, but whoever wrote the song,is by definition, an ass, whether it be a he, a she, a farm animal, or a 1965 plymouth Barracuda, just like anyone who writes a song “i used to love her but I had to kill her” is by definition an ass.
Song writing is like poetry; sometimes you write what you are feeling, sometimes you write what you are observing. The guy who wrote this is not necessarly an ass unless he goes on record as saying “this is the way I deal with relationships, ain’t I cool?” He just wrote a song, we read into it the message that is there.
Louie Louie, for example.
Zackly, JD.