One of the most prestigious awards goes to the artist who has delivered the "song of the year". Who would take that coveted prize this year? Would it be Bad Bunny for "DtMF" or maybe Doechii for "Anxiety"? In the end, the award went to Billie Eilish for "Wildflower".
I had never heard it before so the least I could do would be to give it a listen and that's what I did. Did it merit the award? I listened to it twice.
"Wildflower" isn't bad. In fact it is quite good. At least it is a proper human song, delivered without frills or very much technical enhancement. I don't know much about twenty four year old Billie Eilish but I think she is widely considered to be an authentic artist who is genuinely passionate about music and mostly writes her own stuff. But "Song of the Year"? I'm not sure. What do you think?
Here's the official video version followed by the lyrics:-
Things fall apart, and time breaks your heartI wasn't there, but I know
She was your girl, you showed her the world
You fell out of love, and you both let go
She was cryin' on my shoulder, all I could do was hold her
Only made us closer until July
And I know that you love me, you don't need to remind me
I should put it all behind me, shouldn't I?
But I see her in the back of my mind
All the time
Like a fever, like I'm burning alive
Like a sign
Did I cross the line?
Mm, hm
Well, good things don't last (good things don't last)
And life moves so fast (life moves so fast)
I'd never ask who was better (I'd never ask who was better)
'Cause she couldn't be (she couldn't be)
More different from me (more different from me)
Happy and free (happy and free) in leather
And I know that you love me (you love me)
You don't need to remind me (remind me)
Wanna put it all behind me, but, baby
I see her in the back of my mind (back of my mind)
All the time (all the time)
Feels like a fever (like a fever), like I'm burning alive (burning alive)
Like a sign
Did I cross the line?
You say no one knows you so well (so)
But every time you touch me, I just wonder how she felt
Valentine's Day, crying in the hotel
I know you didn't mean to hurt me, so I kept it to myself (oh)
And I wonder
Do you see her in the back of your mind?
In my eyes?
You say no one knows you so well
But every time you touch me, I just wonder how she felt
Valentine's Day, crying in the hotel
I know you didn't mean to hurt me, so I kept it to myself
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