Continuing my cloacal journey through the bowels of ten years of unseen Idol X-Kike Gets Talent Factor contests, I came across this.

A committee of six (!?) songwriters (Brian Higgins, Stuart McLennen, Paul Barry, Steven Torch, Matthew Gray, Timothy Powell).

The line "Do you believe in life after love?" has always made me think of all the people who commit suicide after being dissapointed/dissilusioned/negatively-demented in love.

The original song was totally buggered by Cher, in 1998, when she set the songwriters up for life (financially - about 5,000,000 sales plus multiple radio plays and BGM uses), but made it into a really bad joke, a "hilarious Auto-Tune" meme, and a mega-queer-bitch "empowerment anthem".

At wikipedia: "Lyrically, the song is about the personal empowerment and self-sufficiency after a painful break-up". I don't hear that at all. It reads to me like someone trying to talk herself out of committing suicide, and the melody reinforces that feeling.

The way that ugly bitch Cher sings it removes all complexity, and it stinks of her kikey ego.

Dare you listen? Dare you look?

The lyrics are very bland, and all Talmud-Vision "inspirational speaker"y. -- "There's no talking to you. So sad that you're leaving. ...But after all is said and done, you're going to be the lonely one. ... What am I supposed to do? Sit around and wait for you? And I can't do that. There's no turning back. I need time to move on,  I need love to feel strong, 'cause I've had time to think it through, and maybe I'm too good for you. But I know that I'll get through this, 'cause I know that I am strong -- I don't need you anymore! Oh I don't need you anymore I don't need you anymore! No I don't need you anymore." So shut up and fuck off then, bitch!

It's disgusting, and just makes me think of all the shallow, heartless, egotistical, hysterical drama-queen bitches (male and female) who think the world revolves around them, and who wallow in self-pity while using everyone they meet, cheating, killing their babies, and cutting off friends as soon as they've outlived their usefulness.

But Ella Henderson sang it as I imagined it -- a girl/woman trying (unconvincingly and unsuccessfully) to talk herself out of suicide, after getting dumped. I picture her getting drunk and then swallowing 30 sleeping pills with a whiskey chaser.

What happened to Ella is typical of one of the main reasons I hate these shows. The producers want to find great singers (especially kids) whom they can get their hooks iinto and squeeze as much income-generating product out of as posssible. Ella went on in that series in a very stereotypical way, lost her originality, got voted of at Number 6 in the Finalists stage, and has since churned out a few sales-products very competently. She's still only 18, and just released her first album last month, but I'd say she's already an artistic write-off. I think there's no way she'll ever develop artistically unless she hits rock bottom financially or with the public. Otherwise she'll probably just get worse and worse.

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