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Saturday, October 30, 2010

SIN CITY


Written by Gram Parsons and Chris Hillman, this country-rock classic was penned about LA but read the lyrics below and see if it can't be applied to SINgapore CITY as well...

This old town is filled with sin,
It'll swallow you in
If you've got some money to burn.
Take it home right away,
You've got three years to pay
But Satan is waiting his turn

This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house.
It seems like this whole town's insane
On the thirty-first floor your gold plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain

The scientists say
It'll all wash away
But we don't believe any more
Cause we've got our recruits
And our green mohair suits
So please show you ID At the door.

A friend came around.
Tried to clean up this town,
His ideas made some people mad.
But he trusted his crowd,
So he spoke right out loud
And they lost the best friend they had

On the thirty-first floor your gold plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

UNSATISFIED


Look me in the eye
Then, tell me that I’m satisfied
Was you satisfied? 
Look me in the eye
Then, tell me that I’m satisfied
Hey, are you satisfied? 


After albums filled with punk-fueled material delivered at breakneck speed, Replacements' singer-songwriter Paul Westerberg decided to take the foot off the pedal and reach deep inside himself to compose reflective, angst-ridden songs of sadness and disaffection. That's where Westerberg became the "spokesman of his generation" as the cliche is often framed.

On 4th album, Let It Be, the opening track of Side B - Unsatisfied - is probably not one of Westerberg's most melodic songs but boy, does it hit you between the eyes with its melancholy heart. From the acoustic guitar opening to its basic strident format, everything about the song screams the disappointing death of dreams. The wistfulness of the slide guitar underpins Westerberg's wails about The Who's mythical "teenage wasteland" as he asks his listeners (and perhaps himself), "Hey, are you satisfied?"before he confesses what he is holding in the recesses of his soul - 

I’m so, I’m so unsatisfied
I’m so dissatisfied
I’m so, I’m so unsatisfied
I’m so unsatisfied


A simple message but yet so damn powerful... the power of pop.