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OK, it's that time of the week again...
Yes boss, it's the moment when I take on an established act, band, song or LP and ask (with a heartfelt sigh) What the fuck????
Now, in case you think I'm joking with these entries, I can confirm that all the views contained within are the real and genuine views of me Paul Giovanni 3rd AKA Futureproof Pious. I don't lie or make up swipes for the hell of it - I don't need to. There are simply too many pop musical things I don't understand.
Perhaps I'm stupid, or perhaps I see things all too clearly....
Whichever and whatever, I strongly urge you to take issue with me as you see fit: If nothing else, my aim here is to further enforce the idea that disagreement is healthy, rather than the sorry plague it's nowadays seen to be (especially on this hive of myspazzian surface niceness)...
So, this weeks easy target is the song Imagine by John Lennon...
Imagine is one of those holiest of cow songs, one of the golden pretty babies that no-one dares to question or touch. Everytime there's a poll concerning the best songs of all time, this load of risable tripe will find it's way into the top 5. It has a retainer on the top 5. It's a banker - a sure fire nailed on bet!
The PG3 opinion is that Imagine is the worst kind of obvious and awful nonsense of recent times...
So, let's take a look at the lyrics:
Imagine there's no Heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world
You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one
Oh Jesus....
So what's the big deal??
Well, this is just the sort of thing we've all been guilty of thinking and writing and this is precisely why it's such a big and hugely popular song...
But when we come out with this sort of crap, we're most usually in our late teens or early 20s. We've been thrown out of the endless innocent fun of childhood into the murky world of PLANET ADULT EARTH, and all we want is our dinner still on the table, and to keep on playing with no rent to pay - and all we get is war and death and disease and destruction, and it puts us in a big fat FUCKING FUGGG..
This FUGGG can last a while, or even a lifetime and rather than dealing with these shitty disgusting realities of life and grudgingly learning to love the world in all it's putrid and corrupt beauty, far too many of us become invovled in trying to SAVE the world and bring about a brighter day...
Yes boss, we start wishing the world wasn't inherently violent. We start agrandising and innacurately loving the vicious beast that is nature. We convince ourselves that one day God will come down and save our own useless asses and set us all onto some beautific plane of love and wholeness where we only ever eat Rivita Organic Crackers and drink the purest mountain spring water..
In the past, my alter ego has been as guilty as hell on this one. I wrote terrible poems. I had long hair and tried saving the world. But I was young and now I'm pleased to say I've seen that the light is always half dark, that every positive needs a negative.
Beauty needs corruption.
Life needs death.
Perfume needs shit.
Winners need loosers
and taking the one away from the other simply isn't possible...
Furthermore, spending all day everyday sitting side by side holding hands, drinking organic pearl juice and playing acoustic guitars is and will always be awful...
DULL DULL AWFUL DULL....
But that's not my only issue...
No boss, Imagine is not only awful because it's a song of universal false hope, because it's a song to start a religion too, or because it's the worst kind of Hippy dreaming, it's awful because it's obvious and badly written and when it gets to that last line and neatly finishes, it becomes the tweeist and most embarassing pop moment of all time.
Yes boss, here we're talking a long haired intellectual, past his prime, twanging away on a an old Johanna, dresed in white, pretending to be Jesus, pontificating worse than Bono has ever managed - yet it's taken seriously....
Give me a break!
Can't buy me love HELL YES!!
Imagine DEFINATELY NOT
| Currently listening : Violence & Birdsong By Union Of Knives Release date: By 21 August, 2006 |
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