Mr. Brightside

The Killers: Mark Stoermer, bassist; Brandon Flowers, vocalist and keyboardist; David Keuning, guitarist; Ronnie Vannucci, drummer

Seldom does a contemporary artist catch my distinct musical ears. Doubtless, the "New Wave" sound is what I'm looking for.

One of those new artists that fall under my preference is The Killers, an American band whose debut album, Hot Fuss, was released last year, 2004. I describe The Killers' music as reminiscent of Joy Division, New Order, and a tinge of Soul Asylum. Among the eleven songs Hot Fuss contains, "Mr. Brightside" and "Smile like You Mean It" are my instant favorites.

Featured as the current soundtrack of my blog site is "Mr. Brightside."

Coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all

It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss
It was only a kiss

Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking the drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head

But she's touching his chest now
He takes off her dress now
Let me go

And I just can't look
It's killing me
And taking control

Jealousy
Turning saints into the sea
Turning through sick lullaby
Joking on your alibi
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
I'm Mr. Brightside

I never...I never...I never...I never...