I feel a little sorry for Arcade Fire lately! Here they were, kings and queens of the world, but with this latest album the enchantment is apparently wearing off. People are writing mean things in national newspapers about their sex lives, and calling them “dorks.”
I enjoy their music as much as the next person, I suppose, and have clocked the standard amount of time listening to “Wake Up” allocated to any person who was in their 20s in the aughts. But a thing that has long bothered me about them, and that I felt was insufficiently discussed at the height of their fame, was their unquestionably terrible lyrics. Like, their lyrics always sounded, if you actually listened, like they’d been transcribed directly from the notebook — the spiral-bound, crappy notebook — of a 13-year-old boy. Behold: here are the worst examples:
Take the poison of your age
Don’t lick your fingers when you turn the page
It was wrong but you said it was right
In the future I will read at night
So, let me ask you this: if you’re the kind of person who wets your finger to turn a page, is “lick” really the right term for the action you perform?