Thursday, April 21, 2005

Sensitive Thug

For the next few days, there is going to be a lot of rap talk here at Pound for Pound. I don't want my readers to think it is going to bitches, money and whips around here 24/7. So, I am going to go all emo on your asses for this post, and show you that feelings sometimes escape the frozen object that is my heart. Whenever I need to highlight said emo side, I turn to this man:

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Look at Morrissey, tell me that bol isn't sitting in his apartment, watching Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, sipping a nice glass of wine, worrying about the world, and having a good cry. Well, friends, that makes two of us. Here are the lyrics to one of the most beautiful songs that I have ever heard, "I Know It's Over" by The Smiths. It is a wonderful look at unrequited love, self-loathing, loves lost and loneliness, one that seems so perfect and real to me. I will return to The Smiths, Morrissey, New Order, Joy Division, The Cure et al down the road, as it is this incredible world that I am just now discovering. How the hell did I not hear this shit in high school when I was a really miserable shit?

I Know It's Over
lyrics
music

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
And as I climb into an empty bed
Oh well. Enough said.
I know it's over - still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
Oh ...
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
See, the sea wants to take me
The knife wants to slit me
Do you think you can help me ?
Sad veiled bride, please be happy
Handsome groom, give her room
Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly
(Though she needs you
More than she loves you)
And I know it's over - still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
Over and over and over and over
Over and over, la ...
I know it's over
And it never really began
But in my heart it was so real
And you even spoke to me, and said :
"If you're so funny
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
And if you're so clever
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you're so very entertaining
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you're so very good-looking
Why do you sleep alone tonight ?
I know ...
'Cause tonight is just like any other night
That's why you're on your own tonight
With your triumphs and your charms
While they're in each other's arms..."

It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes strength to be gentle and kind
Over, over, over, over
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes guts to be gentle and kind
Over, over
Love is Natural and Real
But not for you, my love
Not tonight, my love
Love is Natural and Real
But not for such as you and I, my love
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my ...
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can even feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my ...

(Thanks to It All May End Tommorrow, an amazing Smiths/Morrissey fansite)

(Dedicated to CS, the only man I will ever slowdance with to "Love Will Tear Us Apart. You have my word.)

Ok, we will now move on to what really matters: Money, Cash, Hoes. I will put up the Mike Jones review and mp3s later today, recap the Dirty South Weekend on MTV Jams, and take a look at Bun B, Lil Wayne, Rapid Ric and whoever else is killin' right now. For those who think that being emo means being a pussy, just look below:

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Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...)
People better stay in line, when (Whooof...)
When you see a bol like Morrissey shinin' (Grin-ding!)
Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...)

People better stay in line, when (Whooof...)

When you see a bol like Morrissey shinin' (Grin-ding!)

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