Out of a hundred thousand people who know your name,
twenty thousand write it incorrect.

Seventy thousand listen to the only one
your most unloved song,
written in jest, out of boredom.

It had captivated them, they cried.

читать дальшеAbout fifty thousand
don't hear the rhythm in general,
see no rhymes, if it's not at the end of the line.
Don't understand what it is about in principle,
because everything is much more complicated and deeper than
"My sweet prince, you are the one"
digged up from the lyrics.

Seven hundred
proclaim from the housetops to the whole world
that understood everything,
caught the double meaning
appreciated emotions,
felt the pain.

Two hundred love your most personal,
terrible and morbid.
Because: "This song is about me."

And you need to knuckle it under.
You chose this way.
Now it's really about them.
If you want to leave it for yourself -
shut yourself in a room and not enter on the stage.

But all these your odes-rebuffs
you blatantly turn into hits

Although nobody, no one can say
anything meaningful about them,
not a word on the case.

Because the only listener
closed his ears almost for five months before the release of the first album
and exactly a year after the first concert,
so dreamed about.

The one
the only listener thought,
"first remove the hell from the inside, pour out the pain and then".
the main and the only listener.
Is you.

@музыка: Brian Molko – Requiem For A Jerk

@темы: thoughts, Brian, requiem for a jerk, yuppie flu, free verse, music junkie, rhymes