Sunday, April 10, 2005

"Sebrina, Paste & Plato"

I think the best pop songs have to have an element of the ridiculous about them, a whiff of fantasy and unlikeliness. And this is just chock-full of al of that. Put aside the gorgeous harmonies, the perfect chorus and the outstanding musicianship, and listen to the whole thing and you get the impression you're at the Mad Hatter's Tea Party, where things are not quite as they should be. "Chesney's looking dapper in his brand
new dunce cap/Strolling down the runway to an "F" (never has he looked so lovely)/With all the others watching, eating paste and Plato (the one and only)/He fights the urge to run and kiss the chef". As the t-shirt would say, "Dude, WTF?" Jellyfish are sorely, sadly missed.

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