The Guardian's been giving print space to the tiresome Pete Doherty again. (If you don't know who he is, don't worry, you haven't missed anything at all).
If you've read that and aren't sure what the problem is, exactly, then read these two letters, because they sum it up quite nicely. In fact, they sum it up quite nicely in any case.
If Pete Doherty is our best hope for lyrics better than Noel Gallagher's, then God help us poor atheists. Folks, you can do better. Go out and listen to The Pursuit of Happiness, Warren Zevon, Simon and Garfunkel. if you still think Pete Doherty's got anything to say, then tell me so - I'll be fascinated. For comparison:
"It's the story of a coked-up pansy
Who spent his nights in a flights of fancy
Met two fellas over gin and mixers
They talked for a while he soon got the picture"
vs.
"Don't talk of love
Well I've heard the word before
It's sleeping in my memory
I won't disturb the slumber
Of feelings that have died
If I never loved I never would have cried"
If anyone's writing great lyrics at the moment then I can't think of them off the cuff, although "You Suck" by Strapping Young Lad is very funny. Any suggestions welcome...
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