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Coldplay X&Y (album)

Great CD. Third homerun in my opinion. I think they should just stop making music so they don't become U2.

i'm enjoying x&y

"Hey Coldplay, maybe you should be Coldsore.
Back when you were U2, I liked you so much more.
Somehow your song yellow reminds me of pee
I think that when it's over, it's a big relief to me"

i need to pick it up. I heard good things about it too.
Does this cd have that "moses" song or somethin like that?

nevermind, just saw that it doesn't. Their "live 2003" dvd and cd have it. I love that track.

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Originally posted by trance_shaft "Hey Coldplay, maybe you should be Coldsore. Back when you were U2, I liked you so much more. Somehow your song yellow reminds me of pee I think that when it's over, it's a big relief to me"

Does the rest of the song contain the funny part or was that supposed to be it

need to pick this up this week

coldplay is teh suck but tha's ok - coz' all I gotta do is just wait for another uncreative/unimaginative mind to remix their choons into another dull trance "hit".

It's like slapping a gallon of gold paint over a pile of shit... It might look like good, but inside it's still shit. Hence, my unrelenting "love" for "Calledghey", err, I mean "Coldplay".



... and I'm not alone:

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The case against Coldplay By JON PARELES New York Times News Service There's nothing wrong with self-pity. As a spur to songwriting, it's right up there with lust, anger and greed, and probably better than the remaining deadly sins. There's nothing wrong, either, with striving for musical grandeur, using every bit of skill and studio illusion to create a sound large enough to get lost in. Male sensitivity, a quality that's under siege in a pop culture full of unrepentant bullying and machismo, shouldn't be dismissed out of hand, no matter how risible it can be in practice. And building a sound on the lessons of past bands is virtually unavoidable. But put them all together and they add up to Coldplay, the most insufferable band of the decade. This week Coldplay releases its painstakingly recorded third album, X&Y (Capitol), a virtually surefire blockbuster that has corporate fortunes riding on it. (The stock price plunged for EMI Group, Capitol's parent company, when Coldplay announced that the album's release date would be moved from February to June, as it continued to rework the songs.) X&Y is the work of a band that's acutely conscious of the worldwide popularity it cemented with its 2002 album, A Rush of Blood to the Head, which has sold 3 million copies in the United States alone. Along with its 2000 debut album, Parachutes, Coldplay claims sales of 20 million albums worldwide. X&Y makes no secret of grand ambition. Clearly, Coldplay is beloved: by moony high school girls and their solace-seeking parents, by hip-hop producers who sample its rich instrumental sounds and by emo rockers who admire Chris Martin's heart-on-sleeve lyrics. The band emanates good intentions, from Martin's political statements to lyrics insisting on its own benevolence. Coldplay is admired by everyone � everyone except me. It's not for lack of skill. The band proffers melodies as imposing as Romanesque architecture, solid and symmetrical. Martin on keyboards, Jonny Buckland on guitar, Guy Berryman on bass and Will Champion on drums have mastered all the mechanics of pop songwriting, from the instrumental hook that announces nearly every song they've recorded to the reassurance of a chorus to the revitalizing contrast of a bridge. Their arrangements ascend and surge, measuring out the song's yearning and tension, cresting and easing back and then moving toward a chiming resolution. Coldplay is meticulously unified, and its songs have been rigorously cleared of anything that distracts from the musical drama. Unfortunately, all that sonic splendor orchestrates Martin's voice and lyrics. He places his melodies near the top of his range to sound more fragile, so the tunes straddle the break between his radiant tenor voice and his falsetto. As he hops between them � in what may be Coldplay's most annoying tic � he makes a sound somewhere between a yodel and a hiccup. And the lyrics can make me wish I didn't understand English. Coldplay's countless fans seem to take comfort when Martin sings lines like, "Is there anybody out there who/Is lost and hurt and lonely too," while a strummed acoustic guitar telegraphs his aching sincerity. Me, I hear a passive-aggressive blowhard, immoderately proud as he flaunts humility. "I feel low," he announces in the chorus of "Low," belied by the peak of a crescendo that couldn't be more triumphant about it. In its early days, Coldplay could easily be summed up as Radiohead minus Radiohead's beat, dissonance or arty subterfuge. Both bands looked to the overarching melodies of 1970s British rock and to the guitar dynamics of U2, and Martin had clearly heard both Bono's delivery and the way Radiohead's Thom Yorke stretched his voice to the creaking point. Unlike Radiohead, though, Coldplay had no interest in being oblique or barbed. From the beginning, Coldplay's songs topped majesty with moping: "We're sinking like stones," Martin proclaimed. Hardly alone among British rock bands as the 1990s ended, Coldplay could have been singing not only about private sorrows but also about the final sunset on the British empire: the old opulence meeting newly shrunken horizons. Coldplay's songs wallowed happily in their unhappiness. "Am I a part of the cure/Or am I part of the disease," Martin pondered in Clocks on A Rush of Blood to the Head. Actually, he's contagious. Particularly in its native England, Coldplay has spawned a generation of one-word bands � Athlete, Embrace, Keane, Starsailor, Travis and Aqualung among them � that are more than eager to follow through on Coldplay's tremulous, ringing anthems of insecurity. The emulation is spreading overseas to bands like the Perishers from Sweden and the American band Blue Merle, which tries to be Coldplay unplugged. A band shouldn't necessarily be blamed for its imitators � ask the Cure or the Grateful Dead. But Coldplay follow-throughs are redundant; from the beginning, Coldplay has verged on self-parody. When he moans his verses, Martin can sound so sorry for himself that there's hardly room to sympathize for him, and when he's not mixing metaphors, he fearlessly slings cliches. "Are you lost or incomplete," Martin sings in Talk, which won't be cited in any rhyming dictionaries. "Do you feel like a puzzle/ you can't find your missing piece." Coldplay reached its musical zenith with the widely sampled piano arpeggios that open Clocks: a passage that rings gladly and, as it descends the scale and switches from major to minor chords, turns incipiently mournful. Of course, it's followed by plaints: "Tides that I tried to swim against/Brought me down upon my knees." On X&Y, Coldplay strives to carry the beauty of Clocks across an entire album � not least in its first single, Speed of Sound, which isn't the only song on the album to borrow the Clocks drumbeat. The album is faultless to a fault, with instrumental tracks purged of any glimmer of human frailty. There is not an unconsidered or misplaced note on X&Y, and every song (except the obligatory acoustic "hidden track" at the end, which is still by no means casual) takes place on a monumental soundstage. As Coldplay's recording budgets have grown, so have its reverberation times. On X&Y, it plays as if it can already hear the songs echoing across the world. Square One, which opens the album, actually begins with guitar notes hinting at the cosmic fanfare of Also Sprach Zarathustra (and 2001: A Space Odyssey). Then Martin, never someone to evade the obvious, sings about "the space in which we're traveling." As a blockbuster band, Coldplay is now looking over its shoulder at titanic predecessors like U2, Pink Floyd and the Beatles, pilfering freely from all of them. It also looks to an older legacy; in many songs, organ chords resonate in the spaces around Martin's voice, insisting on churchly reverence. As Coldplay's music has grown more colossal, its lyrics have quietly made a shift on X&Y. On previous albums, Martin sang mostly in the first person, confessing to private vulnerabilities. This time, he sings a lot about "you": a lover, a brother, a random acquaintance. He has a lot of pronouncements and advice for all of them: "You just want somebody listening to what you say," and "Every step that you take could be your biggest mistake," and "Maybe you'll get what you wanted, maybe you'll stumble upon it" and "You don't have to be alone." It's supposed to be compassionate, empathetic, magnanimous, inspirational. But when the music swells up once more with tremolo guitars and chiming keyboards, and Martin's voice breaks for the umpteenth time, it sounds like hokum to me.

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Originally posted by Blue. Does the rest of the song contain the funny part or was that supposed to be it

Actually, it's pretty funny..


Lyrics :

[Intro]
I thought my CD was done,
But that's not what they say
Do an insult track,
We need it for radio play

[Verse One]
American Idol, that's what I look for,
In the poop section of my local record store.
Ruben or Clay, oh which one should I pick,
It's like choosing which puddle of vomit to lick.
And when I want something even more fruity and fit,
I look up N for NSYNC or T for Timberlake.
So many skills Justin's making a buck at,
Does he rap, does he sing, he doesn't know what to suck at!
Now as for the bitches, lets give Britney thanks,
For the face that launched a million preteen skanks.
You were a virgin, that had to be hard,
You had more bones in your mouth than a St. Bernard.

[Chorus]
I Keed, I Keed
He's just making little jokes,
I joke with you,
Little dog, Little jokes,
I Keed, I Keed,
He's just making little jokes,
and your a good actress too.

[Verse Two]
Now lets go to Walmart,
Where they won't sell me CD,
Those company's nuts are in a jar in aisle three.
But you can see Christina in all her sluthood
It's like watching porn but the music's not as good.
I want to stuff my TV's crotch with a dollar
Still I would hump you if I could wear my flea collar.
You're looser than my poop after eating honeydew,
Only 50 cents can flunk more than you!
And yet you're too old for Fred Durst to desire,
He's checking out the cast of Lizzie McGuire
Soon Fred will try to get Mandy Moore,
To open for him and I don't mean on tour!
You're not the first person for R Kelly
His video's premiere in the LAPD.
I believe they set up an innocent guy.
You know what Kel? I believe I can fly

[Chorus]

Now look how frickin cool those guys from the Strokes are
Their rifts are three times as old as my jokes are
The white stripes guy, is that your wife or your sister
Shouldn't you be playing country music mister.
Hey Coldplay, maybe you should be Coldsore.
Back when you were U2, I liked you so much more.
Somehow your song yellow reminds me of pee
I think that when it's over, it's a big relief to me
Yo Pink, is that your hair or a tattoo?
I didn't know Supercuts had a drive through
Yo Nelly, what the hell kinda name is that?
That's about as gangster as an Easter Bonnet hat.
And Snoop says he clean, well you make the call
The guy's higher than Billy Joel's cholesterol,
Snoop there's only room for one dog putz,
And I can rap, can you lick your own nuts?
Poop Diddy, are you in show business still?
I didn't know wearing a suit was a skill.
J.Lo, J.Lo the giant tail-o
For a doggie's nose, that's the holy grail-o
Shakira's butt's fine, but it won't hold still.
I sniffed Elton John's butt for a thrill.
I sniffed J.Lo's ass and got too touchy feely
She let loose a bomb that was bigger than Gigli.

[Chorus]

Avril Lavinge, punk queen, now there's a kidder,
Go back up north, Celine needs a baby-sitter
Philip Glass, hey tunnel ass, your not immune
Write a song with a f****** tune
And on the list of pooches, don't leave off MTV,
I scared Emineminem, so they gave the hook to me.
Slim Shady, why do you find me scary?
We are just two regular dudes who banged Mariah Carey.
Wipe off that frown, just do without
Hey my mom was a bitch too, but I don't go writing songs about it.

[Chorus]

since when did coldplay spawn travis and embrace?

just gave it a whirl.

nothing really stood out other then Speed of Sound, probably because i've been listening to it for a while now, and am used to it.

Coldplay - Yellow

now that is a tune and then some.

umm coldplay

i dont want to offend ppl......its my opinion and everyone is entitled to an opinion right

there music is boring......i dunno how you could listen to it....its makes you want to slit your own wrist.....well i suppose its not as bad as radiohead

well whatever floats your boat

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Originally posted by shades_of_gray umm coldplay i dont want to offend ppl......its my opinion and everyone is entitled to an opinion right there music is boring......i dunno how you could listen to it....its makes you want to slit your own wrist.....well i suppose its not as bad as radiohead well whatever floats your boat

+++++1 - let's not forget Beck either... another shitband.

= loves coldplay

Did anyone else notice that the song "Talk" has totally nabbed the melody from "Kraftwerk - Computer Love"?

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Originally posted by shades_of_gray well i suppose its not as bad as radiohead

I was gonna say the opposite. I think radiohead are fantastic, OK computer was a groundbreaking album. Coldplay as never been that, but it is musically decent and has universal appeal (hence its popularity)... not to say it's trite.

I dunno how people can hate any music just because it has any touch of the negative, melancholic or contemplative in it. These things are a part of life and just as deserving of artistic exploration as inane unjustified joy.

"Does the rest of the song contain the funny part or was that supposed to be it"

Wow have U been living in the proverbial cave for so long?

I I were to explain where those lyrics came from I admit...I would have to succumb to your level of ignorant idiocy

Im loving the entire album. Standout tracks for me are A Message, The Speed of Sound, Fix You, Square One, and White Shadows.

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Originally posted by Fundamental Did anyone else notice that the song "Talk" has totally nabbed the melody from "Kraftwerk - Computer Love"?

Yes it is metioned in the linear notes.

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Originally posted by The_One Yes it is metioned in the linear notes.

Phew, I thought they might have just been thieving bastards.

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Originally posted by trance_shaft "Does the rest of the song contain the funny part or was that supposed to be it" Wow have U been living in the proverbial cave for so long? I I were to explain where those lyrics came from I admit...I would have to succumb to your level of ignorant idiocy

STFU NOOB

cold play sux monkey balls

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Originally posted by astroboy [color=limegreen]I was gonna say the opposite. I think radiohead are fantastic, OK computer was a groundbreaking album. Coldplay as never been that, but it is musically decent and has universal appeal (hence its popularity)... not to say it's trite. color]

agreed. radiohead are infinitely more interesting and innovative than coldplay (who in many respects have fashioned their entire sound after radiohead's "the bends" -- an album released a decade ago...)

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Originally posted by astroboy STFU NOOB

+1

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Originally posted by mentalbarter since when did coldplay spawn travis and embrace?

yeah i noticed this misprint as well,

i love coldplay

Coldplay's lead singer, Chris Martin, is quite possibly the biggest egotistical maniac since the Hitler era. Some of the stuff I've heard him say on the radio make him seem like a total arrogant prick.

While most of their songs do have a catchy formula, it's definitely not an original one. As stated already, Radiohead is a much more diverse and original group.

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