This song is so irritatingly passive aggressive. That isn't totally outside the average for Jawbreaker, and Dear You is a manic album of hope and dregs. With Dear You, I think there's no other artist that I listen to regularly that was so close to tremendous success, but walked out a door and fell a dozen stories. I didn't hear this album until 1999; it was out of print for such a long time and really hard to find.
Yet again, a song that is so far from how I've felt during the day cinches the spot. Wash your hands of it all, already!
"This is the part. I wouldn't show you; the part where you say, 'I don't even know you.' This is your cue, be glad that it's through."
P.S. The recorded speech at the beginning and end is from Annie Hall. I saw Annie Hall years after I had first heard this song, and even if the movie would not have been great, that made a rainy Boston Valentine's day bright.
Pairing this song with Joan of Arc clips is brilliant, and puts a totally different perspective to the lyrics. Especially the quoted lyrics above. A sad song is martyrdom, I suppose. Cheers Jeanne!
Jawbreaker - Jet Black
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