Friday, February 17, 2006

"Sad" rhymes with "bad"

Josh writes:

Remember back in 6th Form (for those of you who went to school when there was a 6th Form) when you had to do poetry? Without exception, people took one of two approaches: either copy out some song lyrics and hope that your English teacher wasn't cool enough to recognise them, or churn out the most god awful teen angst shite your hormone-addled brain was capable of exuding. (Because at the age of sixteen, poetry was god awful teen angst shite as far as you were aware. My impression has yet to change.)

Even at the time I recall being faintly horrified at reading the efforts chosen for inclusion in the yearbook -- here were a bunch of people who I knew to be happy, upbeat individuals writing death and gloom and blackness as though they were war orphans with terminal cancer who drank black nail polish and eyeliner. Myself included. While I can't bring myself to reproduce the linguistic discharge I smeared onto the pages of our school publication (and I'd point out to those who may have a copy of said yearbook themselves that I can delete comments without a trace), I will admit to employing Teen Angst Staple #29: Repeating the same line in several different languages 'cause it's exo'ic.

My point is that I can claim extenuating circumstances: I was a gangly teenager with no more experience of the world than your average mayfly and therefore incapable of projecting anything resembling actual significance or profundity. Madonna, on the other hand, is in her mid 40s and has experienced more than most of us will fit into five lifetimes, most of it on camera.

So what's her fucking excuse for this?

6 comments:

The Hand of Morthos said...

Having gone 'blah' to most of Madonna's output I must say that I'm liking what I hear of this album. I think my exile in Blighty is reinvigorating my specious brainmeats and restoring life to my happy-jolly mojo that ignores lyrics and latches onto the boppy-beat. Hell, I've even come to realise that I like 'The Darkness' after all, even if he is an ugly git who resembles almost every Englishman I've met here.

(Well, if they all lost weight he would...)

Xavier said...

God's she's so hot right now

Josh said...

Paris is right -- she is looking good for a bird her age. I just wish her every music video and public appearance at the moment wasn't devoted to showing off her legs and how far apart she can bend them. We get it -- nice pins. Now put them away before you hurt someone.

Kate said...

Also add this to your list of shite Madonna lyrics - also off the new album which my flatmate continues to have on repeat. Is the "i love madonna gene' programmed into all gay people or is it just with mine?


I don't like cities, but I like New York
Other places make me feel like a dork
Los Angeles is for people who sleep
Paris and London, baby you can keep

Baby you can keep (repeat 8x)

[Chorus:]
Other cities always make me mad
Other places always make me sad
No other city ever made me glad
Except New York
I love New York
I love New York
I love New York

If you don't like my attitude, then you can F-off
Just go to Texas, isn't that where they golf?
New York is not for little pussies who scream
If you can't stand the heat, then get off my street

Get off my street (repeat 8x)

[Chorus]

(Get off my street) (repeat 15x)

phats said...

<phatty has not heard anything by madonna since late-90s>

* chokes and dies.

Psycho Milt said...

Milty has not knowingly heard anything by Madonna since the 1980s (although he did trouble himself to peruse her sex book at some length in 1992). I can see though from Kate's quoted lyrics that Madonna will soon be up there with Lou Reed and Chuck D in the pantheon of great lyricists inspired by New York.