Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Oh, isn't it ironic

The Alanis Morissette song Ironic is probably the funniest song I've heard in a long time, simply because it doesn't know it's making itself look like an idiot.
Here's the first verse and a bit of the courus:

An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
Isn't it ironic ... don't you think

It's like rai-aaaain on your wedding day
It's a free ri-iiiide when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought ... it figures

Now, that isn't ironic. That's just plain bad luck. Arguably, it gets worse:

Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
'Well isn't this nice...'
And isn't it ironic ... don't you think

No, not really. There's a sub-courus that I want to take the piss out of, too:

It's a traffic jam when you're already late
It's a no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife

The last line is brilliant. For those who have seen Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, the solution to this would seem simple. For all of those who haven't seen it, the solution would be to 'dig the person who brought all the spoons heart with, funilly enough, a spoon'. Why a spoon? Why not an axe? Because it's dull, you twit. It'll hurt more.

The song should instead be called 'Really bad luck', but I suspect it didn't have as good a ring to it.
The funniest part of the entire song is the song istelf, because the only ironic part is the fact that the song isn't ironic at all, and that's what makes it so deliciously tragic.

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