Posted by: Kevin | January 12, 2009

Wherein I Bitch About Music Some More

I Don’t Care” by Apocalyptica is currently being played to death on my local alternative rock station.  Let me start off by saying this, I didn’t want to hate this song.  Musically, it’s very good, a nice combination of Cello with rock.  However, in this case its musical merits work against it because it makes the song more likely to get stuck in my head.  No amount of musical talent can overcome the fact that this is the most pointlessly whinny song I’ve ever heard. 

In listening to the lyrics, I was struck by how often they reminded me of my daughter when she’s at her worst.  Picture a normally charming 5 year old reacting to the disappointment of being told that no, she cannot have a bar of chocolate for dinner.  That’s the mental image that forms in my mind when hearing this song. 

I try to make it through my life
I just want the chocolate bar for dinner
In my way
There’s you

But you wont let me raid the pantry
I try to make it through these lies
That’s all I do

You said I could have what I wanted for dinner, liar

That’s pretty much it.  The rest of the song is just my daughter screaming about how much she doesn’t care about me, the chocolate bar or life in general.  In truth, the lyrics are so crappy I can’t even properly make fun of them.  So in conclusion, fuck you Apocalyptica for making a reasonably good piece of music and then ruining it with the lyrics.

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