In which our hero rants (again) this time about about song lyrics...

I don't know about you but for a me a song is more about the lyrics than the tune. I'd say 70% lyrics to 30% music maybe. The lyrics need not be cheerful, or even 'nice' but I like them to make sense and be reasonable. I love the song by Eminem about a horrible subject, a song of domestic abuse of both parties caught in a hideous cycle of harm, of a man lying to himself, knowing he can't stop and woman caught up with confusion as to what is pain and what is love, the subject is horrible but the lyrics and the entire song are beautiful, so tragic. My favourite song of all time is 'If you go away' and I prefer the Marc Almond version, I love the song of loss and of love, a song that realises that sometimes people leave and if they do then you will be sad....

But a song of late, that is getting right up my nose, is the current UK number 1 (good grief!) by Bruno Mars. He just doesn't get it does he? He sounds like a stalker in this song! he sounds like a freak, a weirdo a truly scary person to know, and I don't care how catchy the tune is, the lyrics frankly scare me! Let's analyse them a bit.

Easy come, easy go
That's just how you live, oh
> OK her choice I guess, a fairly laid back young lady.
Take, take, take it all,
But you never give
Should of known you was trouble from the first kiss,
> OK so you knew she wasn't for you from the 1st but you gave it a bash anyway
Why were they open?
Gave you all I had
And you tossed it in the trash
You tossed it in the trash, you did
To give me all your love is all I ever asked,
> well you can ask to be loved but you know you can't force someone to love you, she obviously thought you were fun and that was all.
Cause what you don't understand is
> and here we get weird
I’d catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
>ignoring your blatant use of 'ya' when you mean 'you' (I'd dump you for that alone) you sound a tad odd, where would you see us, and in what situation that you'd need to catch a grenade? are you taking me to Afghanistan?
Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
> self harming is not big or clever, what is the point of this weird offer?
I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah , yeah)
> inconvenience hundreds of commuters for ya
You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
. except take 'I don't want to go out with you any more' as a clear indication of my feelings it seems
Oh, oh
I would go through all this pain,
. that you are creating! no one else, just you you idiot!
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
> in the light of what recently happened in the US this is just crass and bad taste
Yes, I would die for ya baby;
> by this part of the song I'm actually wishing you would, maybe it would shut you up!
But you won't do the same
> no because she's got some sense! She doesn't want to go out with you - move on!

No, no, no, no
Black, black, black and blue beat me till I'm numb
> don't tempt me
Tell the devil I said “hey” when you get back to where you're from
Mad woman, bad woman,
That's just what you are, yeah,
You’ll smile in my face then rip the brakes out my car
. give her some credit she is trying to rid herself of this obsessive stalker..
Gave you all I had
And you tossed it in the trash

(chorus - I won't make you suffer it again)

If my body was on fire, ooh
You’ d watch me burn down in flames
> while dancing and singing and rejoicing that she no longer needs the restraining order
You said you loved me you're a liar
. no she just realised what a freak you actually were
Cause you never, ever, ever did baby...
(whining til fade)