a CEO walks into his office “any messages?” he asks his assistant “two anons want to know who tom petty is and one just says ‘post your ballsack’” “got it. check my dashboard” “that skeleton gif you like is back again” he rubs his chin pensively “mm. reblog that”
this is what i imagine david karp does with his time considering that tumblr hasn’t been improved for about three odd years
there’s this really unfortunate paradox that happens when you have a minority/oppressed group like the LGBT whose big selling point is its “inclusivity” which is that oppressors will try to use that as justification for why they too should be “included,” thus destroying the entire point of having a group in the first place
a “group” that includes everyone (or almost everyone) is completely pointless, at least as far as social justice and political identity are concerned
so i guess what im saying is that while the spirit of LGBT does lie in inclusion and acceptance, a certain amount of exclusivity is not cruel but in fact necessary in order for the acronym to maintain any meaning at all
TO CLARIFY: This is not in reference to brown/black stripes on the Pride flag, intersectionality is a different thing entirely and absolutely deserves to be acknowledged imo
the showtune vibes of blood are SO GOOD and counterbalance the message of the song with a seemingly cheerful tune. the song makes you want to sing along without thinking about what gerard’s saying, which i personally think is part of the point. the old-timey filter put over the song and the ooh in the background also contribute to this effect, as does the piano/vaudeville instrumentals. gerard’s dramatics also carry the song without a focus on the lyrics.
as for the lyrics, i think they’re about showbusiness. gerard’s talking about how manic (for lack of a better word) being famous can make a person, and how bloodthirsty (lol) both the fans and the musician get when exposed to something they like. “it’s really quite alarming/cause i’m such an awful fuck” can speak to the ridiculous overglorification of celebrities and mcr, while “i gave you blood, blood, gallons of the stuff/gave you all that you could drink and it will never be enough” can talk about how ravenous the fans are and how gerard, in wanting to please them, drains himself dry. there’s a sort of enjoyment to this draining, though, that makes the song pleasant. gerard isn’t necessarily mad about this turn of events, just surprised that they’d want this much and/or enjoy his “human wreckage”
@changing-grrrl this post made possible by steph, whom i would die for
hey let’s talk about why famous last words is one of the best songs on black parade if not THE best song
for one… the rawness of gerard’s vocals really emphasizes this particular song and makes you pay attention to it. the rhythmic guitar crescendoing into a big instrumental backing at the beginning just slaps so hard, and the instrumentals and guitar solos continue to be fucking great throughout. lyrically, this song really hits home for a lot of listeners, especially the lyrics in the chorus and the bridge. not only that, but the song continues to be innovative and interesting while following a pattern recognizable to passive listeners. for example, in the beginning of the second verse, gerard sings the first few lines using different notes than in the first verse, which effectively emphasizes the lyrics while also making that bit sound entirely new. compared to the ever-recognizable title song from this album, famous last words is much more solid and impressive.
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