Coldplay.
Vicky must have laughed when she introduced me to it. We were in the car and looking for good after-funeral driving-about music.
I asked with what I realise now was a rather amusing innocence of things modern and popcultureish, "Are they popular?"
To her great credit, Vicky did not laugh at me, but merely said with a straight face, "They're the new U2."
Ah. Good then, nice to see lads making a decent living at something.
I thought for a moment about the lyrics to this:
Fix you
When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse.
When the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
"Just what your worth"
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
Tears stream, down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face
And I..
Tears stream, down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face
And I..
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you.
It won't win any literary prizes (though, come to think of it, maybe given the state of literary contests...) but there's a wee bit of something in this, don't you think? If pop culture reflects the mindset of the general run of the humans, there certainly seems to be a strong awareness in popular music that there is some very deep and important thing lacking. "Fix you". I don't think I know or have even met anyone who lives in the Big Weird Outerdarkness who does not have a crushing sense of needing to be fixed. We know we're broken like a clock that's only right twice a day. Too bad they don't know where to look.
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