New York, London, Paris, Munich: Everybody Talk About, mmm, Pop Music
[2011 Summer of deletion/reposting note: Y'all who have been hanging out on my street corner here in Stepford from 2006-2011 know that I cringe reposting this entry, and why. Ah, the righteously indignant. The few, the proud, the future hyprocrites]
Okay, I'm p*ssed. Consider yourself warned. Ya'll know, in light of the last year of my life, I HATE/LOATHE/DETEST [insert synonyms here] how glamorous the media portrays infidelity. I've mentioned it several times. Oh, the excitement and titilation of secret love with your newest 'soulmate'. Puh-leez. Absolutely, without question, a complete load of sh!t.
Here's the newest slice of hell brought to you from the Adultery-as-Magic culture we live in: I am riding along in my automobile. Listening to the radio, lalala. Song comes on. Sounds good. Like the tune. Words seem good...Then - BAM! - what the fcuk am I listening to? I almost ran into a ditch in my white-hot rage. Let me present to you the P.O.S. song I'm speaking of. You know it. It's #4 in the iTunes most downloaded tracks for this week, for the love of God. I am furious at this song, yes, we all know why. It's way too close to home. But dammit, people, does it have to be so COOL to cheat? So casual to talk about, sing about, watch on the screen? Make it number-fcuking-four on iTunes?
Honey, why are you calling me so late? It's kinda hard to talk right now. Honey, why are you crying - is everything okay? I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud.
Well, my girl's in the next room, Sometimes I wish she was you. I guess we never really moved on It's really good to hear your voice saying my name It sounds so sweet Coming from the lips of an angel.
Hearing those words it makes me weak, And I never wanna say goodbye. But, girl, you make it hard to be faithful...With the lips of an angel.
It's funny that you're calling me tonight. And, yes, I've dreamt of you too. And does he know you're talking to me? Will it start a fight? No, I don't think she has a clue.
Well my girl's in the next room, Sometimes I wish she was you. I guess we never really moved on It's really good to hear your voice saying my name It sounds so sweet, Coming from the lips of an angel.
Hearing those wordsa it makes me weak, And I never wanna say goodbye. But, girl, you make it hard to be faithful...With the lips of an angel. -Lips of an Angel, Hinder
Hinder. Yeah, they're hindering something all right. The TRUTH. This sh!t hurts, it's not magical. It RUINS lives. The Husband would tell you the same, I'd venture to guess. Man, this song has got me LIVID. Way way way way too close to home, these lyrics. oh, and mr. songwriter? she has a fcuking clue, I promise you. I want to run around in cyberspace screaming and stomping my feet about it. Oh, guess I am, that.
