Bittersweet Music

No I don't mean the bloody Verve! This is a selection of quality music which I have selected for its moving bittersweet lyrics. The rise of emo seems to show that there are plenty of other people who share the fascination with this bittersweet edge found in some music. (Apparently I am opening myself to ridicule simply by putting Powerpuff girls as my menu background. I doubt baring my soul with this page will cause any more problems, eh?)

A band with lyrics like "well it's love, make it hurt" The following lyrics are actually from their previous album "Tell All Your Friends". The following song acheives the emo goal of locating real emotions rather than sounding commercial and fake.

"You're So Last Summer" She said, "Don't, don't let it go to your head. Boys like you are a dime a dozen, Boys like you are a dime a dozen" She said, "you're a touch overrated, you're a lush and I hate it, but these grass stains on my knees they won't mean a thing" And all I (all I) Need to know (need to know) Is that I'm somethin you'll be missin (is that I'm somethin that you'll be missin) (maybe I should hate for this) Maybe I should hate you for this Never really did ever quite get that far (maybe I should hate for this) Maybe I should hate you for this Never really did ever quite get that... I'd never lie to you Unless I had to I'll do what I got to Unless I had to I'll do what I got to, the truth is you could slit my throat And with my one last gasping breath I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt

And all I (all I) Need to know (need to know) Is that I'm somethin you'll be missin (is that I'm somethin that you're missin) (maybe I should hate for this) Maybe I should hate you for this Never really did ever quite get that far (maybe I should hate for this) Maybe I should hate you for this Never really did ever quite get that... Cause I'm a wishful thinker with the worst intentions This'll be last chance you get to drop my name Cause I'm a wishful thinker with the worst intentions This'll be last chance you get to drop my name If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar

Language If language were liquid It would be rushing in Instead here we are In a silence more eloquent Than any word could ever be These words are too solid They don't move fast enough To catch the blur in the brain That flies by and is gone Gone Gone Gone I'd like to meet you In a timeless, placeless place Somewhere out of context And beyond all consequences Let's go back to the building (Words are too solid) On Little West Twelfth It is not far away (They don't move fast enough) And the river is there And the sun and the spaces Are all laying low (To catch the blur in the brain) And we'll sit in the silence (That flies by and is) That comes rushing in and is Gone (Gone)

Try to tell me that the lyrics of Suzanne Vega's song "Language" doesn't touch you. It may be best if you hear them sung... For me it sums up the way language always fails to convey the most intimate of emotions. Maybe it's because the deepest of emotions are regularly cheapened in soaps and cheap tv dramas.

I won't use words again They don't mean what I meant They don't say what I said They're just the crust of the meaning With realms underneath Never touched Never stirred Never even moved through If language were liquid It would be rushing in Instead here we are In a silence more eloquent Than any word could ever be And is gone Gone    Gone    And is gone