All entries for Sunday 04 March 2007

England

It's a dreary place until something like this happens.

I'm a big guitar fan. Acoustic, folk - fantastic. My favourite album of all time has to be Simon and Garfunkel live in New York. Their lyrics, although often clichéd, are, as far as I'm concerned, wonderful.

They taught me anapaests, And the leaves that are green turn to brown, and through that I understood the basic concepts of rhythm, and how it can turn language into music, and what makes the pop songs of today complete shite.

Compare the lyrics of, say, the Backstreet Boys:

You are my fire
My one desire
Believe me when I say
That I want it that way

And then Simon and Garfunkel:

...And how the room has softly faded,
And I only kiss your shadow,
I cannot feel your hand,
You're a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation
And superficial sighs
In the borders of our lives.

Simon and Garfunkel any day.

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