Saturday, February 14, 2004
Is This Desire?
Love is everywhere, everwhere you look around. Well, it is if you belive love to be pink, heart-shaped, made out of cheap card and wilting slightly in the heat. We're not a big fan of Valentines Day here at TiaPL, not because we never recieved any cards and as a result are rather bitter, but because it encourages the radio stations across the land to play love songs, a style of music which is best suited to only being played in a soundproof bunker well away from human ears. Lyrically trite and musically unadventurous, they speak not of the raw passion and excitement that love brings, but instead they cover the dullness of being in a relationship that's past it's sell-by date, the sort of love that only exists because you realise that you'll be unable to get anyone better. In short, the emotions that you normally feel for a comfy pair of slippers, slightly warmed in the microwave. Oh, and while we're at it, "I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes" - That's not love. That's the initial stages of hypothermia.
