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James Blunt is the perfect singer-song writer for the busybusybusy generation who don't have time to consider what a song might actually mean.

Given this constraint, the smartest, the sharpest title you can give to a songabout a woman being beautiful is surely "You're Beautiful". And why call any song that concerns the pain of saying goodbye to a lover anything over than "Goodbye My Lover"? From this prospective, it's hard to say why anyone would think this songwriting game is so difficult. It's quite straightforward.
Even a fucking monkey could do it.

The lyrics of "Goodbye My Lover" explores the crucifying angst of losing a woman who Blunt apparently pretty much considered the one. The song begins by questioning whether he failed his departed love. In the chorus, he repeatedly bids his lover farewell before revealing she was probably the only woman for him in the world. The second chorus then repeats the claim that she was his only hope, everything is ruined - and so on...
We're nearing the end now, but he still keeps going on about the nights when he thinks he can feel her hands blaahblaahblaah. It's like she's there. She's not though, as I hope everyone understands. At the song's climax, he brings out what we have already surmised: that his heart has been left empty and broken. To emphasize this point, he repeats it 6 times.

Don't make the mistake of thinking his life has any meaning. Because it hasn't. Okay? Selling lots of records in America, he's not bothered. I feel sorry for the poor guy - no wait, no I don't. But wouldn't you chuck him too? The moaning twat.

Sorry, but it did happen. I know, it's shocking. But some people smoked. It was barbaric. Ronny Kay apparently smoked 140 cigarettes a day - and that should tell you everything you need to know.
Not us twenty-first century-ites, though. Oh no. We don't even know what cigarettes are. What are cigarettes?
Given the stresses of our era, it seems like we might have picked the wrong century to quit smoking. But as other dangers pile up, it is kind of good to know that we have tidied way one of our dangers: passive smoking. And the related danger of passively looking at cigarettes :)

But how do The Beatles have anything to do with the dirty buggers?
In '06, the Capital Albums Vol. 2 box set removed cigarettes from 3 smoking Beatles. Before, a cigarette was airbrushed from Paul McCartney's hand on the "Abbey Road" cover - and the song titles were altered to "You Never Give Me Your Money (To Buy Fags)", "Carry Those Fags" and "Her Majesty (Doesn't Like Fags Much, But Her Sister Likes Them A Lot)".


Is It Just Me Or Is Everything Shit? *



*Because, if anything, it all just keeps getting worse.