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This song is a mega hit of the 1990's everyone must have heard of. It's even been used in many commercials including one for the infamous trademark with the comma-shaped logo — the one of many corporations exploiting child labour in sweat shops and making big bucks with their over-expensive products sported by overpaid footballers and supposedly committed, concerned, preachy rockstars such as... Thom Yorke, for instance, who is not forced to wear creps sold by worldscrewers, is he? Besides, I'm almost sure he must love it because you can't write any more depressing and disempowering lyrics as these. I guess I made it clear that I don't like this song, never did and never will (even got the CD as a present), all in spite of its rather cool music based on a sampling of "The Last Time" by the Rolling Stones (which got these friends of Oasis into a high-profile lawsuit in their disfavour even though they had obtained prior authorisation). As I said, it's all about the gut feeling emanating from this song — that deep sensation of being sucked down which I cannot put up with. So why the hell am I reposting it? Good question! Probably because it suddenly occurred to me as I was brainstorming over a recent article on music for the blogger community I'm now coordinating and which I mentioned about in my previous post, and the obvious contrast with all my chosen illustrations of the Great Music, architect of the universe, empowering us all — stroke me so hard. A perfect display of cognitive dissonance, demonstrating the very mindset that keeps you in the “mould” the lyrics keep referring to. I can change, I can't change... well, make up your mind for god's sake! I for one believe that you can. But, for sure, if you keep listening to that kind of stuff all day long that won't happen. And I cannot even imagine what Matt Bellamy would have done with it. Can't wait for the next Muse LP to get all filled up with high vibes and fighting spirit even though the new Indochine will do the job for now. Don't shoot the messenger!
Ey@elCos it's a bittersweet symphony, this life,
Try to make ends meet,
You're a slave to money then you die,
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down,
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet.
No change, I can change
I can change, I can change,
But I'm here in my mould.
I am here in my mould,
But I'm a million different people
From one day to the next.
I can't change my mould
No, no, no, no, no...
Well I never pray, but tonight I'm on my knees.
I need to hear some sounds that recognise the pain in me.
I let the melody shine — let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now.
But the airways are clear and there's nobody singing to me now.
No change, I can change
I can change, I can change,
But I'm here in my mould.
I am here in my mould
And I'm a million different people
From one day to the next.
I can't change my mould
No, no, no, no, no...
I can't change...
I can't change...
Cos it's a bittersweet symphony, this life,
Try to make ends meet,
Try to find some money then you die,
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down,
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the things meet.
You know I can change, I can change,
I can change, I can change,
But I'm here in my mould.
I am here in my mould
And I'm a million different people
From one day to the next.
I can't change my mould
No, no, no, no, no...
I can't change my mould
no, no, no, no, no...
I can't change,
Can't change my body,
no, no, no...
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down...
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down...
Been down...
Ever been down...
Ever been down...
Ever been down...
Ever been down...
Have you ever been down?
Have you've ever been down?
Original text by RICHARD ASHCROFT
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