Monday, 23 February 2009


Having watched the Sunday edition of the ABC's "Insiders", I left the television on whilst I busied myself with a few random household chores (as one does on a Sunday). All stations gave blanket coverage to the memorial service for those who died in the recent Victorian fires, a duly serious and sombre affair attended by the usual dignitaries, officials and politicians, all of whom wore duly serious and sombre clothes and serious and sombre expressions.

Duly serious and sombre words were spoken, the national anthem was played, and so on and so forth. So far, fair enough ...

And then they went and spoiled it all by playing something stupid like

I swear, if I never hear this fucking song again for the rest of what remains of my life, I shall give thanks to the entire pantheon of Roman and Greek gods and sacrifice a few live chickens on the balcony in gratitude.

Shoving the word "hallelujah" into the lyric of a pop song does not a sacred hymn of praise make and why this bloody tune, which has had the living shit thrashed out of it by anyone and everyone with a half-decent set of pipes over the last God-knows how many years should be considered appropriate for such an affair or anything similar to it beggars belief.

Let's have a look at a verse ...

"Well, your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah"

Relevance - FAIL.

Although, I guess we can be a mite grateful they didn't go and dust off
"Candle in the Wind" instead.

Or did they?

I got the shits, turned it off and went up pub.


reb said...

And the worst rendition of Hallelujah has to go to K.D. Fucking Lang.

The dyke that thinks she's so fucking cool.

Anonymous said...

Considering that song was used in in Shrek backs your point.