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A month later i'm welling up on a nature trail on the grounds of Stormont estate, talking shit about fragile little animals and the hope I gave her and "crushing innocence itself" to my back-patting, slightly spooked big sister. Sam takes me back. Two months later i'm on the phone telling her I'd be a bad father anyway and taking her stuff back to her apartment when I know she's at work, then singing all the way home to, like, Arcade Fire, like a complete twat. Cut to August and I'm losing it again.
SHERYL CROW lyrics : "Ordinary Morning"
I've developed an obsession for cancer blogs and YouTube street fights and am plotting the artistic connection between the news of Sam's new boyfriend and the Utoya Island massacre. I write Iliad-sized emails and win her back. By Christmas I am again 'not so sure', by January it's over. In March we're in love again after this one great night and I promise to never again leave her side and then I move to London. I believe in love. And badly want it to for myself. Unfortunately, it just so happens i'm also a bit of a complete dickbag cuntface — a flaky, incurably shallow, emotional wank-clown who, consciously or not, uses women as bandaids for teen image trauma, just because 20 years ago the fit girls at school didn't fancy him, and who can't actually feel love.
Beware the guy with the honest face but a Pez-dispenser for a heart — he'll fuck you up faster than all the so-called 'bad boys' put together. You'll come out the other side with no answers, zero self-esteem, but compelled to blame yourself for everything in your rush to sanctify a sociopathic strawman who totally HATES himself for hurting you. He'll cry about stuff because he's sensitive, he'll be great with kids.
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He'll tell you you're beautiful every day and stroke your face with dandelion delicateness, kissing you like Bailey from Party Of Five. He'll be a great cook and he'll teach you indie music, and say interesting things, like "Did you know that Buddy Holly's "True Love Waits" is the greatest love song ever written? He'll make you laugh in bed after sex in the soft light of endless Sunday mornings, and be into artsy music, like The Maccabees, but also play five-a-side football with his mates and be well good at talking to bouncers, outside smoking his Marlboro menthol.
And then after he inevitably dumps your ass there'll you'll be defending him in the pub, some nothing Saturday afternoon, as your friends pretend they didn't think he was a total cock anyway. Such a free spirit, you'll tell them: he can't help what he is. But here's the truth: whatever he thinks he is experiencing is not love but rather the high of some brief respite from those unrelenting feelings of inadequacy. Then he wonders why he gets bored with woman so quickly, but crumbles if they work that one out for themselves and leave. He tells you repeatedly he isn't good enough for you, and believe me he isn't.
Because what you're looking at is only the imitation of a man.
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Basically I'm Drake with an accent and a slightly stronger chin. Sam's time with me more or less resembles the plight of the Russian people circa through ' a timeline of broken promises, creeping fear, paranoia, systematic dehumanisation and backbreaking attrition, only with more Beach House and some disappointing love-making.
She's coming to stay with me in London next week. So once again I'll feed. The boy vampire too terrible for loneliness. This is why I need an national anthem of love probably more than most, because what else do you do when, like skin cancer or car crashes, love is just something that happens to other people but get by with secondhand-smoking the fumes of love's fantasies, as lived and then relived by musicians.
And of these there are none so forgiving, so momentarily, mercifully erasing, of my emotional deficiencies, of the sore shameful reality of my faint core, as Chicane's "No Ordinary Morning". I get to hide in the synths' deep, efflorescent tenderness, which is the very sound of love as you remember it after the fact — nostalgically sweet, incorruptible like a perfect memory, mythical, grand but in the end illusory and horribly sad — and pretend that I am capable of any of these things without the aid of a time machine and a shitload of cutting edge therapy.
Everything makes sense, becomes solid and clear, symmetrical, and one under the light of the songs pure heart, dissolving the cords of my stuck head. The narrator has fallen foul of Pez-dispenser boy, left wondering what the hell changed as he slips inevitably from her grasp — that terrible moment when you realise he is bored of you. I'm serious here. Think about it.
For starters, consider the fact that with some slight adjustments in wording, Ackerman's vocals wouldn't look out of place in any churchy anthem. How the measured, matter of fact delivery merely telling it like it is in plain terms, without one iota of resentment or histrionics is as dignified the strangely ordered, almost staccato flow of her words — not so much sung as recited.
Add to that the very anthem-like inspirational imagery she uses of changing tides and the skies over paradise. There's the almost bass-region synths: an anthem's swelling brass section, keening strings, booming church organ and choir all in the shape of one lushly harmonic, monolithic, utterly beautiful synth preset.
Yet more stirring emotional gravitas is provided by the songs prayerful, soaring chord progressions — not unlike the progressions of say a "Highland Cathedral" or an "Eternal Father, Strong To Save. The only difference in "No Ordinary Morning" is that rather than nationhood, allegiance or honour, it is instead love we go to war for.