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December 08, 2005

I Wouldn't Say It If I Didn't Mean It

Lloyd Cole & The Commotions
"Lost Weekend"
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NOTES: I could go for a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdamn RIGHT NOW. But anyway ... when I was a teenager, I loved this song, and I loved Lloyd Cole. Lloyd Cole was dark, brooding, and gorgeous - the perfect tortured artiste for a teenage girl (the best way to understand the impact of Lloyd Cole is to watch the "Perfect Skin" video - "cheekbones like geometry" indeed). At the time I just thought this song was a man waking up to find his lover had left him. But now, after reading the lyrics, I'm convinced that this song is really a political statement about pharmeceutical companies charging exorbitant rates for their drugs ("The sickest joke was the price of the medicine"). What else could it be about?

It took a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdam
And double pneumonia in a single room
And the sickest joke was the price of the medicine
Are you laughing at me now?
May I please laugh along with you

This morning I woke up from a deep unquiet sleep
With ashtray clothes and Miss Lonelyheart's pen
With which I wrote for you a love song
In tattoo upon my palm
'Twas stolen from me when Jesus took my hand

You see I
I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it
Drop me and I fall to pieces
So easily

I was a king bee with a head full of attitude
Wore my heart on my sleeve like a stain
And my aim was taboo - you
Could we meet in the marketplace?
Did I ever hey please
Did you wound my knees

You see I
I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it
Drop me and I fall to pieces, yeah
Too easy

There's nobody else to blame
I hang my head in a crying shame
There's nobody else to blame
Nobody else except my sweet self, again

It took a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdam
Twenty-four gone years to conclude in tears
That the sickest joke was the price of the medicine
Are you laughing at me now?
May I please laugh along

I was a king bee with a head full of attitude
And ashtray heart on my sleeve, wounded knees
And my one love song
Was a tattoo upon my palm
You wrote upon me when you took my hand

You see I
I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it
Drop me and I'll fall to pieces
Too easily

Posted by Highwaygirl on December 8, 2005 07:15 AM to the category The Key of Life
Comments

hola hwg

eres una peresona muy especial

me gustamuchotu blogg

felicitaciones

Posted by: david at December 14, 2005 07:25 PM

David, you're back! It's been months, mi amigo. I was beginning to get concerned.

Posted by: Highwaygirl at December 15, 2005 05:00 PM

I haven't gotten anything done , but whatever. Today was a loss. So it goes. I've just been sitting around not getting anything done. I can't be bothered with anything these days, but I don't care.
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Posted by: best price for it at December 17, 2006 08:36 PM

I base these views partly on the success of a comparable approach to making models generally available in cognitive modeling (Google for "ACT-R cognitive architecture" for more details.) Good luck!

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