SLS this week has proved to be a bit of a tricky one for me.
Jim is looking for a song by an artiste I have just discovered. Fair enough, but the problem is that there aren’t any I could think of. That’s because almost all contemporary popular music leaves me cold. For research purposes I did open the door to quite a few new-to-me acts, but within minutes I usually shut the door with a shudder and moved on.
Blame or pity me for having a closed mind if you must, but I’m at the stage now where I know what I like, and it seems that there hasn’t been anything new in that category for at least a quarter of a century.
So, how to resolve this quandary and still make some contribution to Song Lyric Sunday? My solution was to get down with the kids – I believe that’s the expression. In my case that means my own kids. I know that one of my dear daughter’s favourites is The Cure, and I have written about them three times, although none of my choices could be classed as a deep cut (‘Friday I’m In Love’, ‘Love Cats’ and ‘Play For Today’).
What I did was find a sort of Cure mix tape and spent a couple of hours listening to songs that weren’t so obvious – not to me anyway. I found a lot of them, although certainly well crafted, much of a muchness, to be honest, although there some high spots: I enjoyed (discovered, indeed) ‘Lovestory’ and ‘All Cats Are Grey’ to name a couple
In the end though, I chose the title track from the 1981 album ‘Faith’
Catch me if I fall
I’m losing hold
I can’t just carry on this way
And every time
I turn away
Lose another blind game
The idea of perfection holds me
Suddenly I see you change
Everything at once
The same
But the mountain never moves
Rape me like a child
Christened in blood
Painted like an unknown saint
There’s nothing left but hope
Your voice is dead
And old
And always empty
Trust in me through closing years
Perfect moments wait
If only we could stay
Please
Say the right words
Or cry like the stone white clown
And stand forever
Lost forever in a happy crowd
No one lifts their hands
No one lifts their eyes
Justified with empty words
The party just gets better and better
I went away alone
With nothing left
But faith
Written by Simon Gallup, Robert Smith and Laurence Tolhurst
the only deadhead in the hameau 
I totally get where you’re coming from, DH. I’m stuck in my ways and perfectly happy. Once in a while, something will catch my attention; in fact just the other day, I listened to George Michael and realized for the first time what a really good singer he was! I enjoyed your musical selection today, but even more than that I connected with your intro.