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Clocks will carry on
Flowers won't be left in parks
Work will still be done
People won't be dressed in black
Babies will be born
No flags will fly, the sun will rise
But we will know that you are gone
You who love to love and believed we can never give enough
It wakes me every single night
Thinking through the day
Did you stop at any time
Have doubts at any stage
Were you calm or were you numb
Or happy just to get it done
I've lived my life without regret
Until today
And you who love to love and believed we can never give enough
I didn't get to say goodbye
The day before the day
Was trying to get to work on time
That's why I turned away
And missed the most important thing
You ever tried to say
I've lived my life without regret
Until today
And you who love to love and believed we can never give enough
And you who hoped that underneath
We all felt the same
That was until the day before the day
The day before the day
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Dido is one whose commercial success is utterly, completely inexplicable to me. Every single song is the same monotonous, droning, faux-ambient mess as the last. The woman sounds like she downed a couple fistfuls of Ativan chased with a tumbler of tequila, woke up, and started to sing (or rather, "sing"). And if you see her live, it's actually shocking — she can't carry a tune in a catcher's mitt, and wanders around the stage looking confused. She is AWFUL AWFUL AWFUL.
Well, I wasn't planning on seeing Dido, particularly since her commercial success seems to have been a fad. But don't dump on her. By your own admission, she has a devoted following, so many enjoy her music. I'm not a member of that club but my tastes run eccentric but those songs resonated with the audience she intended. Anyway, I've no special claim to assert my aesthetic sensibilities are superior to anyone else. We like what we like. The rest is mental masturbation.
Well, the song's about a close person who died (maybe even suicide?). How on earth you are supposed to sing a song about that in an irish banjos and fiddles on the tables trotting tune?
Well, you could try.
Agreed. I could easily go another 11 years without hearing her again.
I love the lyrics here, though, and I suspect that a lot of us understand where she's coming from...
edit: hello, troll...
Dido is awesome!
Muahaha make that 5 soul-less freaks. This song is just dead.
Well, the song's about a close person who died (maybe even suicide?). How on earth you are supposed to sing a song about that in an irish banjos and fiddles on the tables trotting tune?
Dido is one whose commercial success is utterly, completely inexplicable to me. Every single song is the same monotonous, droning, faux-ambient mess as the last. The woman sounds like she downed a couple fistfuls of Ativan chased with a tumbler of tequila, woke up, and started to sing (or rather, "sing"). And if you see her live, it's actually shocking — she can't carry a tune in a catcher's mitt, and wanders around the stage looking confused. She is AWFUL AWFUL AWFUL.
Too bad, Holborne. Your loss.
It's also my upload.
Thank you!
Dido is one whose commercial success is utterly, completely inexplicable to me. Every single song is the same monotonous, droning, faux-ambient mess as the last. The woman sounds like she downed a couple fistfuls of Ativan chased with a tumbler of tequila, woke up, and started to sing (or rather, "sing"). And if you see her live, it's actually shocking — she can't carry a tune in a catcher's mitt, and wanders around the stage looking confused. She is AWFUL AWFUL AWFUL.
Anything with a pulse will do, though trying to place Dido (brought to the masses by Eminem no less) outside the realm of "commercial waste" is like giving a song my Aimee Mann a 10 ... oh wait ...
Glad to see your rapier Internet wit is still sharp. ... oh wait ...
Uhh huh- You said Dido
All her songs sound the same
Ditto that
All her songs sound the same
Muahaha make that 5 soul-less freaks. This song is just dead.
make that 6
Considering that it is about death (of her father, no less) that would be appropriate, no?
I'm glad you got the ham-handed irony.
Anything with a pulse will do, though trying to place Dido (brought to the masses by Eminem no less) outside the realm of "commercial waste" is like giving a song my Aimee Mann a 10 ... oh wait ...
Muahaha make that 5 soul-less freaks. This song is just dead.
Considering that it is about death (of her father, no less) that would be appropriate, no?
Hang on, I'm sure some White Stripes or other commercial waste will come along and perk you up soon enough.
I have a friend named Dado, thats her last name but its what she goes by. Never have found out what her first name is.
Muahaha make that 5 soul-less freaks. This song is just dead.
My thoughts exactly. Here I was all ready to hammer down some criticism ("White flag" and "Life for rent" routinely annoy me to the point where I have to switch channels), but this was actually a beautiful, understated, non-annoying song. 7.
I agree... I can't help love Dido.... I am like a bug to a light......
It's also my upload.
Well done, Alexandra!
It's not a group...
It's also my upload.
It is too bad some people are turned off by her "hits" and commercial success. She is way beyond that. She is actually quite sublime. Rare are those who can shorten the distance between one's head and one's heart, finding the right spot to touch with words and nuance.
It's also my upload.
haunting yet familiar..many like them?
Also, this is a pleasant tune.
that's all
i'm fine