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Paul's SONG OF THE YEAR 2001: "Crystal" by New OrderJul 04 '05 Write an essay on this topic.
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Thursday morning. E-mail inboxes filling up, a tsunamic wave of corny prayers, photographical hoaxes and conspiracy theories forwarded to and from every possible personal acquaintance. Tragedy kitsch. Red, white and blue teddy bears, and photoshopped eagles shielding flaming towers in their wings, clutching the heads of terrorists in their beaks. Radio sound-bite montages over songs about "time" and "heroes". What did that one artist call it when Princess Di died? "The Pornography of Sentimentality". Flags. Everywhere. - Hey Paul, where are you headed? Umm, I just gotta run by the printers' and pick up some drawings. - Can it wait? Uh, yeah. I suppose it can. - That would be good. We're going to be making a pretty major announcement in about 15 minutes and you should be there. Okay, yeah. I'll stick around - Good. Thanks. It'll just be a short thing. Murmurs between cubicles. Something's up. I just saw Dave in the parking lot and he told me they were making some announcement. Yeah, I saw it too. Looks like all the principals are here. I don't know. We heard from Pat, she's safe; and everyone at the D.C. office too. Anyone traveling today? God, I wonder what's going on. Looking from one to another and back, our eyes playing a game of hot potato with our worst imaginings. What now? What now? A roaring electro-bass buzzsaw, hot and fast and relentless over a harsh, factory beat. We're like crystal... A clamor of rock star guitars, giant walls of white flashing lights behind a deep, bare stage, wailing Pink Floyd chick vocals - hey - twining synthesizer helixes - ooh - and sonic fuel explosions. We break easy. Two days full of conversations with otherwise reasonable people where the most insane thoughts (we should bomb 'em all the way back to the Stone Ages) become commonplace (turn the whole damn country into a god-damned parking lot) and acceptable. A swift, fierce unanimity slicing through our collective conscience like a scythe. Flags stolen from hardware stores and veterans' graves. A line of picketers outside the gas station where these very same people waited in mile-long lines only two nights ago to buy gas at ridiculously inflated prices in their panic, prices produced by nothing more than their own panic. Yes, absolutely, blame the gas station, you stupid fucks. Blame anyone but yourselves. And lynch anyone who suggests otherwise. Here comes love... I'm sick of this. I'm sick of feeling depressed and worried. I want this to be over. We're all feeling this, packed into the atrium lobby at the front of the building, squeezing in between people to find familiars, people glopping together in uncomfortable trios and quartets of worry, smiling fakely at one another, small-talking nervously. What if it's really good news? What if we're all worried about nothing? ...passed away this morning. We have no word on the official cause. According to his wife, he went out for his morning jog this morning and hadn't returned after an hour. He was found collapsed on the side of the... Are you okay? I can't sa- I was getting really- pissed at him for not returning my e-mail. I know, did you hear me paging him? I can't- It's so- god. You'd think that there would be some sort of quota or something. Like, what happened Tuesday - that was it for the month or something. Y'know? No more- Fucking- Dead. I don't- I don't even know what I feel. I'm not sure I feel anything. - - - - - SONG LYRICS: We're like crystal, we break easy I'm a poor man, if you leave me I'm applauded, then forgotten It was summer, now it's autumn I don't know what to say, you don't care anyway I'm a man in a rage (just tell me what I've got to do), with a girl I betrayed Here comes love, it's like honey You can't buy it with money, you're not alone anymore, (whenever you're here with me), You shock me to the core, you shock me to the core We're like crystal, it's not easy With your love, you could feed me Every man, and every woman Needs someone, So keep it coming Keep it coming, keep it coming, keep it coming Keep it coming, keep it coming, keep it coming Keep it coming I don't know what to say, you don't care anyway I'm a man in a rage (just tell me what I've got to do), with a girl I betrayed Here comes love, it's like honey You can't buy it with money, you're not alone anymore, (whenever you're here with me), You shock me to the core, you shock me to the core Keep it coming, keep it coming, keep it coming Keep it coming, keep it coming, keep it coming Keep it coming, keep it coming, keep it coming - - - - - SONG CREDITS: Written by New Order Produced by Steve Osborne Performed by New Order Bernard Sumner: vocals, guitar, programming Peter Hook: bass Stephen Morris: drums Phil Cunningham: guitar Dawn Zee: vocals - - - - - CHART INFO: #1 Dance Airplay #3 Maxi-Single Sales Billboard - - - - - OTHER IMPORTANT (TO PAUL) SONGS OF 2001: "Easy Tonight" by Five for Fighting "Hellbent" by Kenna "Pyramid Song" by Radiohead "In a Little While" by U2 "Oh My God" by Michael Franti & Spearhead  |
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