A mawkish moron sent me a link to the new Ed Sheeran "OFFICIAL" YouTube video for "I Can See the Stars," and IF I'M BEING HONEST, I've never seen a worse load of gummy, gooey, treacle-infested trash heaped into one eyesore.
I'm used to bad music, and it's gotten more rotten and self-indulgent every year. Fine, people need Chris De Burgh or Harry Connick Jr. or Kenny G. or whoever it is...let it remain a loathsome niche. That this crap turns up in thrift shops for next to nothing, and never gets a good review, is proof enough of what it really is.
But when people sob that ADELE and her brainless break-up bellowing is the greatest artist of our time, and a sappy fag like Sam Smith can steal a Tom Petty riff and lame it up, and this fucking soggy ginger cookie Ed Sheeran is getting huzzahs...that's carrying the limp corpse TOO FAR.
This "OFFICIAL" load of crap from Sheeran has the nerve to steal and display a huge collection of the worst greeting cards the world has ever seen, and the worst MEMES and the worst self-help platitudes. I suppose it's better than seeing his incredibly nerdy face the entire time.
The singing here is an embarrassing attempt at Bee Gees harmony (and they could be very ripe). The melody from this not-So-Keane purveyor of limp-dickery documentation is predictable and generic. WHO the FUCK is buying this? Gays? Dimwit Mileys doodling hearts and unicorns into their schoolbooks? Even by that standard, this is a substandard mutation.
Is this the response to ISIS and Muslim immigration, and neighborhoods crumbling, and paychecks dwindling? The stiff upper lip has drooped and all teenagers in England can do is play fucking ED SHEERAN SHIT?? They sit around spending what little they have on chocolate and SHEERAN downloads, and gaze at the stars in sweet despair?
The link between music and sociology is fascinating. Remember The Beatles bringing joy to America? Why do you suppose that happened? It wasn't JUST the music. It was the Kennedy assassination. Remember the Sex Pistols and the punk rebellion? It was an uproar answer to disco and complacency. "God Save the Queen" was a shout-out that no, our grand politicians were NOT getting it. Rap raised its ugly head to mirror the sullen, self-indulgent menace of the new black community, the ones, like Trayyyyyvon, who felt they can go around looking menacing and violent because they think women should all be raped and cops should all be shot. So what is Sheeran and Sam Smith and Adele's message? That sappy songs of heartache should be sung at the Shitney Houston level of decibels? That the new religion of those who don't follow Isis is to follow i-Losers? That instead of saying "Allah is Great" they say "Look to the Stars" and read self-help books and light candles and stay indoors? There's a difference between being sentimental and being mental.
What do ED SHEERAN, SAM SMITH and ADELE all have in common? They could be knocked to the ground by any teenage Muslim. They are telling the world that British men are wimps and faggots, and that British women are obese pigs.
Even worse, THESE three are making a fortune so they can hire bodyguards. They can, because fame is a good deodorant, connect with all the stinkers they want, and because they don't know the difference, can think that all the people attracted to them actually like them and not THEIR MONEY.
What did that awful Sam Smith say as he gathered up his Grammy awards? He sneered his bitchiest smuggest sneer and "thanked" the guy who "broke" his heart. As in, "ha ha ha, now that I'm rich, it doesn't matter what a ridiculous wimp I am, because I'll have the pick of the opportunists, and I can flatter myself by dumping THEM, one after another, if they don't do everything MY way." Same with Adele, the fat ugly cow. She's got a fella now, because that guy wants her money. She can pay $500 at the "Lipstick on a Pig" beauty parlor, so that she doesn't look quite as hideous. Meanwhile all her fans can do is feed themselves bag after bag of chips and re-run her bag of songs.
I was told, when this horrible Ed Sheeran piece-of-shit song link was sent to me, to "get out the handkerchief." Because, God knows (but Allah doesn't) there's nothing more satisfying than a good self-indulgent cry?? No, I'd get out my handkerchief to strangle the fucking idiot who thought I'd like to hear this awful fucking song.
Bob Dylan sang it: "Now ain't the time for your tears."
Then again, maybe only the Muslims are playing the one where he remarks, "The world is ruled by violence."
Sad songs say so much...about a culture in defeat.
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