Tim: Her off winning Eurovision, with another somewhat different sound for you.
Tim: Right, first off, how rubbish do you have to be only to get to the third square at hopscotch?
Tom: I realised, I was starting to reply to this, that I can’t actually remember how to play hopscotch any more. It’s been a while.
Tim: Oh, I suppose you are quite old. For anyone that does know, though: why is she going “square one, square two, square three” when it should of course be “square one, squares two and three”? Still rhymes, still has the melody, removes the idea that you’re utterly incompetent at children’s playground games. If I were Emmelie, I would really, really make that change, because the knowledge of that, combined with how she apparently lives her life like she’s on a hopscotch, just tells us that she’s basically rubbish at life.
Rubbish at music, though, not so much.
Tom: Wait, really? This is pretty awful.
Tim: You think?
Tom: The melody’s just dire, and the lyrics don’t make any sort of sense. Now, I’ll grant that the very final chorus, with everything going and two separate counterpoint melodies, is pretty damn good: but everything up to there is just… well, a bit childish, which I suppose is the point. What do you like about it?
Tim: Well, it’s just a fairly decent track, enjoyable enough – the verses make some sort of sense about moving forward even if you’re not sure where you’re going (though again a bit flawed – I’m currently watching my way through The Walking Dead, and BLIMEY can a lack of planning get you into a mess). It’ll do. As a new sound, it’ll do. Just, maybe think deeper about the lyrics next time, yeah?