Just heard the following by Coldplay on the radio. And people say they're college boys!
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Oh, brother, I can’t, I can’t get through
I’ve been trying hard to reach you
Cause I don’t know what to do
Oh, brother, I can’t believe it’s true
I’m so scared about the future
And I want to talk to you
Oh, I want to talk to you
You could take a picture of something you see
In the future where will I be
You could climb a ladder up to the sun
Or write a song nobody had sung
Or do something that’s never been done
Are you lost or incomplete
Do you feel like a puzzle
You can’t find your missing piece
Tell me how you feel
Well, I feel like they’re talking in a language I don’t speak
And they’re talking it to me
So you take a picture of something you see
In the future where will I be
You could climb a ladder up to the sun
Or write a song nobody had sung
Or do something that’s never been done
Or do something that’s never been done
So you don’t know where you’re going
And you want to talk
And you feel like you’re going where you’ve been before
You'll tell anyone who’ll listen but you feel ignored
And nothing’s really making any sense at all
Let’s talk, let’s talk
Let’s talk, let’s talk
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www.alwaysontherun.net/coldplay.htm
Are there any other worse bands, lyrically? Only one I can think of cam up with this Miltonian masterpiece:
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It's not worth anything,
More than this at all.
I'll live as I choose,
Or I will not live at all.
So return to where you come from,
Return to where you dwell,
Because harassment's not my forte,
But you do it very well.
I'm free to decide, I'm free to decide,
And I'm not so suicidal after all.
I'm free to decide, I'm free to decide,
And I'm not so suicidal after all,
At all, at all, at all.
You must have nothing,
More with your time to do.
There's a war in Russia,
And Sarajevo too.
So to hell with what you're thinking,
And to hell with your narrow mind,
You're so distracted from the real thing,
You should leave your life behind, behind.
'Cause I'm free to decide, I'm free to decide,
And I'm not so suicidal after all,
I'm free to decide, I'm free to decide,
And I'm not so suicidal after all,
At all, at all, at all.
I'm free to decide, I'm free to decide,
And I'm not so suicidal after all,
At all, at all, at all.
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Collected works available at
www.alwaysontherun.net/cranber.htm
