It happens to me everytime i listen to that one song, "The Last day of Summer" off the Cure's Bloodflowers album. I really like the atmosphere of the song, its melody, and I certainly have a faible for this nostalgic feel the title indicates.
The song starts with a verse which is okay, and then comes the chorus which really starts out nice as well:
But the last day of summer
Never felt so cold
Yeah, I like that. The image is so obvious and simple, yet not a cliché. Pure poetry.
But then it happens:
The last day of summer
Never felt so old
Never felt so old?! Okay, let's see, cold, fold, sold, mold, OLD! That's it! Perfect!
I mean, not only does it sound as if a student in elementary school had written it - it doesn't even make sense at all! How can a day be old?
Well, I have other examples but unfortunately none of them are in English, and translation would be kind of meaningless.
Tell me, have you made experiences of a similar kind? |