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  • A song a week - The soundtrack of your life

    Fev 5 2011, 11h56

    CW 1:
    Martha Wainwright - Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole
    Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole

    Lyrics:
    Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore
    And I'm young & I'm strong
    But I feel old & tired
    Overfired

    And I've been poked & stoked
    It's all smoke, there's no more fire
    Only desire
    For you, whoever you are
    For you, whoever you are

    You say my time here has been some sort of joke
    That I've been messing around
    Some sort of incubating period
    For when I really come around
    I'm cracking up
    And you have no idea

    No idea how it feels to be on your own
    In your own home
    with the fucking phone
    And the mother of gloom
    In your bedroom
    Standing over your head
    With her hand in your head
    With her hand in your head

    (CHORUS)
    I will not pretend
    I will not put on a smile
    I will not say I'm all right for you
    When all I wanted was to be good
    To do everything in truth
    To do everything in truth

    Oh I wish I wish I wish I was born a man
    So I could learn how to stand up for myself
    Like those guys with guitars
    I've been watching in bars
    Who've been stamping their feet to a different beat
    To a different beat
    To a different beat

    CHORUS

    You bloody mother fucking asshole
    Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
    Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
    Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
    Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
    Oh you bloody...

    I will not pretend
    I will not put on a smile
    I will not say I'm all right for you
    For you, whoever you are
    For you, whoever you are
    For you, whoever you are

    Comments: The most dominant song of the daughter of Loudon Wainwright III in my eyes. A raw down to earth song expressing the emotions of loss, protest and anger. The first lyrical line already is worth a quote "Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore".

    We have all known a 'title of this song' on our journey, to which we want to scream against our complacency to remain silent. Sometimes those raw emotions are of the purest, showing that while from the other side/perspective the feelings may have been missing - but they sure meant something to us. Savouring those feelings probably is more important than the person they were focused on.