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Thursday, March 10, 2011

The Worst Song EVER?

Usually I opt for more positive reviews on here, not because I'm a journalistic push-over or crotch-licker of the indie-famous or anything. A close friend (my oldest one, in fact) has named one side of me the "sardonic shark." But still, my overall attitude is usually, why waste breath on the unworthy?

Sometimes it's just impossible to ignore. Take this tune from Yann Tiersen, entitled "Fuck Me." Note, if you will, the apparent contradictions--the juxtaposition of the lamb-gentle male and female vocals over top some deeply emotive guitar weavings. With apologies to Iron & Wine, I'm sure. Then we have these lyrics:

I know you know we’re all falling into a deep oblivion

I know you know we’re all falling into a neverending mess

So we have to take care, take care, and share it, share it, share it together (x2)

So let’s get undressed, we need to feel it

Please let’s get undressed, we need to live it

and sing: fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me you make me come again, you make me come again (x2)

I know you know we’re all falling into a deep oblivion

I know you know we’re all falling into a neverending mess

So we have to take care, take care, and share it, share it, share it together (x2)

So let’s get undressed, we need to fill it

Please let’s get undressed, we need to live it

and sing: love me love me love me love me, you make me love again, you make me love again (x2)

love me love me love me love me, you make me love again, you make me love again love me love me love me love me, you make me love again, you make me love again love me love me love me love me, you make me love again, you make me love again

More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmania.com/fuck_me_lyrics_yann_tiersen.html
All about Yann Tiersen: http://www.musictory.com/music/Yann+Tiersen

Kinda reminds me of some of the more grueling creative writing workshops I've attended: the short story, "As Told By My Cat." The song-turned-poem entitled, "Sealed With A Kiss." (No redemption for these innocent dumplings.) And then imagine being prompted--called on, by name--to comment on the various THEMATIC ELEMENTS of this drivel. Pray tell, what was your FAVORITE line? Reminder to act in sincerity, with an unerring, unflinching yet courteous CRITICAL EYE when phrasing your response.

Fuck. Me.

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