Thomas Scott (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} thomascott) wrote,@ 2008-05-01 23:59:00 |
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The Road Is Paved With Baby Stones
Suppose I'm picking up a thread from the 'Correct Use Of Self-Loathing' post here with another song that eschews the conventions of type.
Former Go-Between Robert Forster made a rather fine solo debut album called Danger In the Past back in 1990 and the opening track has to be one of the best songs ever about being jilted.
Most 'jilted lover' songs tend toward weepy schmaltz or Wagnerian histrionics and cause me to glaze over by the second sack-clothed chorus.
I love Forster matter-of-fact, conversational rationalisation of the circumstance and that perfect kiss-off line "..every man for the rest of your life will less than me".
Bet you wish you'd thought of a line like that to bid adieu to the dizzy beau who first broke your heart and coincidentally did you the good service of overturning your youthful romantic delusions about love...
Suppose I'm picking up a thread from the 'Correct Use Of Self-Loathing' post here with another song that eschews the conventions of type.
Former Go-Between Robert Forster made a rather fine solo debut album called Danger In the Past back in 1990 and the opening track has to be one of the best songs ever about being jilted.
Most 'jilted lover' songs tend toward weepy schmaltz or Wagnerian histrionics and cause me to glaze over by the second sack-clothed chorus.
I love Forster matter-of-fact, conversational rationalisation of the circumstance and that perfect kiss-off line "..every man for the rest of your life will less than me".
Bet you wish you'd thought of a line like that to bid adieu to the dizzy beau who first broke your heart and coincidentally did you the good service of overturning your youthful romantic delusions about love...
