Once upon a December
On moonlit heath and lonesome bankA careless shepherd once would keep They hang us now in Shrewsbury jail And naked to the hangman's noose And sharp the link of life will snap Love it Live Lily Allen
The flocks by moonlight there
And high amongst the glimmering sheep
The dead man stood on air
The whistles blow forlorn
And trains all night groan on the rail
To men that die at morn
The morning clocks will ring
A neck God made for other use
Than strangling in a string
And dead on air will stand
Heels that held up as straight a chap
As treads upon the land
F*** You
The Fear
Oh Shoot
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June 27, 2009
So, I have not been blogging for quite a while, reason why I am back is because I have something to voice out!
The death of Michael Jackson.
I know, we have seen/heard/read plenty of tributes for this King of Pop, this is not one of them. Don't get me wrong, he is definitly, to me, the uncontested King of Pop. Except I feel that this event also reveals a side of humans which really annoys me to the core.
Back when he was alive, it was always negative when people talk about MJ. Discussions revolve around his special interest in little boys, plastic surgery gone wrong, his Neverland Ranch (and of course, its relation to little boys), etc. Nobody talked about how great and influential his music is; focus instead was on how destroyed and weird he has become.
Then he died.
Suddenly everybody loves him. Everybody mourns for him. Where are the critics? Where were those who called him a sickass paedophile? Or those who mocked him for his distorted nose and lame cover up for his sudden white skin? Where are they? Sudden converts to mourners for MJ huh.
This world is a messed up world.
Look at artists today; Justin Timberlake, Usher, R.Kelly, Mariah Carey, all whose music are greatly influenced by MJ. There is a reason why he is titled the King of Pop. He, is the original. He is, the King of Pop.
It required his death for people to stop tearing him apart.
Didn't it.