The song "You're Beautiful" by British artist James Blunt is the perfect love song.
In many love songs, the "I" of the song is desperately beseeching Cupid (for some reason), making plans to do things, or something else equally futile/tiring. I cannot identify with behavior of this sort. What I can identify with, however, is staring at women while I am stoned on public transportation. Blunt has been the only one to dare to capture the love that dare not speak it's name.
Take these lines, for example:Yes, she caught my eye,As we walked on by.She could see from my face that I was,Fucking high
While I have never sought out the man who put the "bop" in the "bop sha-bop sha-bop"*, I have looked at boobs across a lightrail car after smoking weed. You may scoff at this love, but it lasts forever:And I don't think that I'll see her again,But we shared a moment that will last 'till the end.
Whacking it while you think about the chick later is part of the whole affair I'm pretty sure, but it's not in the song. Not that that matters to me. I don't do that. Uh - Anyway, while this Blunt is not even the smallest bit gangster, something something something [insert joke here].fin
*Clicking on the wrong link on the internet once I did indeed see the man who put the ram in the ramma lamma ding dong. It was disgusting.
-Miguel Sanchez 09:54 EST |