Word: falsettos
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...begins by telling a girl that their future is up to her, and ends in a swoon of self-accusation: "A pit with spikes is what I'm bringing you, hon.../ I'm not so deep that I can't be swum..." There's also a incongruously, startlingly cool falsetto bridge where head Egg Andrew Beaujon sounds exactly like Prince (with a temporarily funked-up backbeat to match). "Why Am I So Tired All the Time?" and "Evanston, IL" are quiet, slowly oscillating incarnations of post-teenage despair, as if a male lounge-jazz singer were suddenly infused with...
...howled the blues with Chapman and hollered in falsetto with the Bee Gees. We found out that Kathy Ireland and Elvira, Mistress of the Dark, went to Sean's high school, and we found out that Amanda thinks Cary Elwes is the hottest guy ever. Tarek and I rhapsodized about the pre-Guns `n' Roses Stephanie Seymour. We discussed what we find attractive in other people--besides nice eyes...
Another example of this phenomena is "Dirty Day," dedicated to poet, writer and barfly Charles Bukowski. Bono assumes an eerie falsetto, with a frantic buildup of the Edge's guitar for the first part of the song. Yet the song inexplicably swoops from this to slow melancholy, and then to a hopeful throbbing. It plumbs the emotional heights and depths, yet this just makes it all the more difficult to listen...
...without ever sounding wimpy. On Beautiful Homes his rich tenor throbs with vulnerability as he sings, "I stare at your window and I cry/ I love you so much/ I love you too much." He brings equal ardor to Two Hearts, a Latin-tinged Valentine levitated by his soaring falsetto, and a stirring remake of Neil Diamond's Solitary Man, which he transforms into an existential anthem for tough-yet-sensitive guys. When Isaak sings, "Me and Sue -- that died too," his voice almost cracks with manly anguish...
...music is a fickle muse; anyone can lose the knack. But Jackson lost touch. Not as a performer -- his falsetto and his footwork still dazzle -- but with his audience. His career went stratospheric, and he went extraterrestrial. He seemed like one of the exotic animals he keeps in his backyard habitat. For some imaginary Madame Tussaud's, he transformed himself into his own waxed, blanched figure...