Ooh ooh. I could have lied is about Anthony Kiedis shooting his shot with Sinead O’connor of Nothing Compares 2 U fame, and her not being up for it, and shooting him down.
I loved that, because it’s not the happy fairy tale ending or the triumphant hookup. She said no, he grieved, and put it to music. I suspect a lot of people know how he feels - rejected, humiliated, embarrassed, replaying it in his head.
*I could’ve lied, I’m such a fool! My eyes could never, ever, ever keep their cool. Showed and I told her how she struck me, but I’m fucked up now… *
That’s art! If you’re lucky, it makes you feel something. You weren’t there, you didn’t experience it but boy, do you know how he feels.
Like REM’s Losing My Religion. Which has nothing to do with religion.
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
…
That’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spot-light
Losing my religion
…
Every whisper, of every waking hour
I’m choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt, lost and blinded fool, fool
Oh no I’ve said too much
I set it up
Nice, I didn’t know that history. I do know that feeling. If someone asked me what music was, I would say “communicating emotion.” The ones that do it well make you feel something.
“When you’re happy you enjoy the music. When you’re sad you understand the lyrics.” - Frank Ocean.
Just happened to me with “I Could Have Lied” by Red Hot Chili Peppers.
Ooh ooh. I could have lied is about Anthony Kiedis shooting his shot with Sinead O’connor of Nothing Compares 2 U fame, and her not being up for it, and shooting him down.
I loved that, because it’s not the happy fairy tale ending or the triumphant hookup. She said no, he grieved, and put it to music. I suspect a lot of people know how he feels - rejected, humiliated, embarrassed, replaying it in his head.
*I could’ve lied, I’m such a fool! My eyes could never, ever, ever keep their cool. Showed and I told her how she struck me, but I’m fucked up now… *
That’s art! If you’re lucky, it makes you feel something. You weren’t there, you didn’t experience it but boy, do you know how he feels.
Like REM’s Losing My Religion. Which has nothing to do with religion.
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
…
That’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spot-light
Losing my religion
…
Every whisper, of every waking hour
I’m choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt, lost and blinded fool, fool
Oh no I’ve said too much
I set it up
Nice, I didn’t know that history. I do know that feeling. If someone asked me what music was, I would say “communicating emotion.” The ones that do it well make you feel something.