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Monday, April 17, 2006

I respectfully disagree with the Brits

In a bizarre coincidence, the Brits just voted a lyric of U2's One, their favorite lyric. Unfortunately, the Brits were wrong (kinda like Tony Blair with the whole Iraq thing). There are only 3 lyrics that can compete in any lyric contest:

1. "The heat was hot". (Horse with no name, America)
2. "I'd rather be in Tiajuana, eating barbequed iguana." (Mexican Radio, Wall of Voodo)
3. The enirety of Safety Dance.

Seriously, "One life, with each other, sisters, brothers" is total 11 year old diary time.

5 Comments:

Blogger Vanilla Bullshit said...

"The heat was hot" isn't even the best lyric in that song. The best is, as the author describes what he found in the desert:

"There were plants and birds and rocks and things."

That was the ultimate Scott Fisher-writing poetry song.

"One" is a great, great song. Sorry. On the two occasions per decade when I am in touch with forgiveness, that song can make me cry. It really, really captures something. In a moment where you can truly expel all cynicism - it connects.

Ironically, infinitely deeper than the "I Still Haven't Foud What I'm Looking For" = Christ in the wilderness/people looking to be saved by Christ/a bunch of asshole high school kids not getting off their asses to help create a roof.

9:45 PM  
Blogger TubaOnFire said...

I actually have a good One memory. It is not a bad song, but its not that good. Oddly enough my one moment involves you, Mr. Bullshit. I was in this Shakespeare class, where we had to put on these little 1-act plays in groups. In my group was this absolutely smoking woman. Well, she was in a band and they were playing their first gig at the Chameleon, I think. She asked me to go check it out. So when the two of us walk in, she is up there singing and totally makes eye contact and waves at me. This is while singing One.

Now, for some reason, I am a total idiot and did not stay there till the end of the show or set, but we left to go do something stupid in about an hour. Why I will never know.

8:45 AM  
Blogger TubaOnFire said...

Best Scott Poem:

Black !
Black !!!
BLACK !!!!!!!!

8:45 AM  
Blogger Vanilla Bullshit said...

Because there ain't no one for to give you no pain.

I don't know whether to be in more shock that you were in a Shakespeare class that made you do skits or that you blew off a hot chick serenading you. I think I am more surprised by the Shakespeare.

Wait, are you saying I was WITH you for this? That's ridiculous.

1:49 PM  
Blogger TubaOnFire said...

Dude, you were there. And she was not singing to me. She was fronting this band that was singing in the basement room of Thayer. We went by after a hockey game, I think. We then left to meet up with the rest of the folks to go do something stupid, most likely. We sat in the way back and listened for a few songs. They took a break, I think I talked to her for 5 min during their break and then we left.

This was junior year - spring, I think. I took two Shakespeare classes, dude. You can safely be assured of the fact that my skit sucked and that my role in the skit was to be the suckiest person.

5:24 PM  

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