Viser opslag med etiketten Sinead O'Connor. Vis alle opslag
Viser opslag med etiketten Sinead O'Connor. Vis alle opslag
fredag den 20. marts 2015
Der er ingen metafor på dig
Det er i dag, ser jeg, 25 år siden, Sinead O'Connor sendte mesterværket I Do Not Want What I Haven't Got på gaden indeholdende megahittet Nothing Compares 2 U, der jo er et cover af en Prince-sang (typisk Prince-stavning med 2 & U) - som hvis den unge Kirsten Hammann havde lavet et vredt, sorgfuldt cover af et obskurt FP Jac-digt fra fx Vi vil overdøve skammen - for et par timer siden hørte jeg sangen på min iPad ude i køkkenet, mens Sinead på videoen stirrede tårevædet op i loftet:
søndag den 4. marts 2012
Anmeldere er til at stole på
De sagde, at Sinead O'Connors nye plade, What About I Be Ne (And You Be You) var rigtig god og, som det hedder på engelsk, en tilbagevending til form, jeg valgte at stole på dem, og de har uden videre ret, hun er lige så inderligt hidsig og hidsigt inderlig som for 20 år siden, både når hun er decideret lykkelig på nummeret "The Wolf Is Getting Married" og vred som ind i helvede på nummeret med den alvorligt vrængende titel, viser det sig, "Queen of Denmark":
(anden halvdel af John Grants tekst til "Queen of Denmark")
Who's gonna be the one to save me from myself
You better bring your stun gun and perhaps a crowbar
You better pack a lunch and get up really early
And you should probably get down on your knees and pray
It's really fun to look embarrassed all the time
Like you could never cut the mustard with the big boys
I really don't know who the fuck you think you are
Could I please see your license and your registration
I don't know what to want from this world
I really don't know what to want from this world
Don't know what it is you want from me
You really have no right to want anything from me at all
Why don't you take it out on somebody else
Why don't you bore the shit out of somebody else
Why don't you tell somebody else that they're selfish
A weakling coward a pathetic little fraud
So Jesus hasn't come in here to pick you up
You'll still be sitting right there ten years from now
You're just a sucker but we'll see who gets the last laugh
Who knows, maybe you're the next queen of Denmark
(anden halvdel af John Grants tekst til "Queen of Denmark")
Who's gonna be the one to save me from myself
You better bring your stun gun and perhaps a crowbar
You better pack a lunch and get up really early
And you should probably get down on your knees and pray
It's really fun to look embarrassed all the time
Like you could never cut the mustard with the big boys
I really don't know who the fuck you think you are
Could I please see your license and your registration
I don't know what to want from this world
I really don't know what to want from this world
Don't know what it is you want from me
You really have no right to want anything from me at all
Why don't you take it out on somebody else
Why don't you bore the shit out of somebody else
Why don't you tell somebody else that they're selfish
A weakling coward a pathetic little fraud
So Jesus hasn't come in here to pick you up
You'll still be sitting right there ten years from now
You're just a sucker but we'll see who gets the last laugh
Who knows, maybe you're the next queen of Denmark
søndag den 12. februar 2012
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