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| Lou Reed – Perfect Day Lyrics
| 12 years ago
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re. the Beeb recording --- you forget to mention the genius little ps. at the end where the composer touches his nose in a gesture of complicity to anyone in the know, other junkies mainly, to say " these goons have no idea what they're singing --- taking their vainglorious form-over-content little ride on my song --- and me and you we get to laugh last ". The whole set-up playing straight into confirming the junkie's cool sense of superiority, bought with his supposed degradation. |
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| Amy Winehouse – Back To Black Lyrics
| 12 years ago
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Hate to be here pricking bubbles but, erm . . what is it --- more comic or more tragic to see people deluding themselves with their happy little kitschy ideas about reality. I think Amy herself would have a laugh at you all with your unidimensional interpretations ---- blissfully ignoring what you can't see for your thought blockage. For those who never left their front room, ever, i'll just mention the wee refrain commonly heard amongst those who might have fallen under the spell of one Ali G, perhaps, who got such mileage out of that little headgame --- used to turn the faintest whiff of possible racism and its concomitant charge of guilt into the deciding factor in the cross racial seduction scene ----- ".. is it 'cos I is black? " The 'black' Amy sings of is from a different phrase from the same lexical camp --- 'Once you've had it black, you'll never go back' The funereal/gospel spaciness of the incantation outlines the deathlike hypnotic power of the forbidden, the dark drug, Misa Luba, the thing that let you escape just a little while, to have it draw you right back, no messing, at the appointed hour. But in this case, as much punishment as mere vice. Any little girl born this kind of savvy knows where to place that vengeful little kick on any whitey boyfriend (when she's gone over, 'white' will always be a perjorative) where it really, really, hurts. She's playing here the very ace of spades, and none of that poor sap's preferences for any kind of drug or the little ex he's going back to can trump the woman who says simply, or, holy shit, sings to the world, that she's 'going back to black'. It's simple and it's a genius little piece of seamless writing and musical composition. You do her a terrible disservice by hiding in your tiny head and not understanding her lyric. References to drugs and depression are merely secondary. I hope this will help you get something straight one time, all of you ----- fkg hell! |
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