Hole - Malibu
This is a song I’ve decidedly mixed feelings about. To me, it’s staying at a mate’s place, staring at the teev whilst this plays on rage at 5 in the morinng, wondering what the hell you’re gonna do next. It’s being subjected to this (and the entirety of Celebrity Skin) at a not-comfortable volume en route to a country football grand final. It’s polished and radio-friendly and sounds like the lost Rumours-era Fleetwood Mac single Love intended it to be (indeed, she wrote it with Stevie Nicks in mind). But…
I find the lyrics waver between banal and enlightening, as any good pop song does…they implore, rather than condemn:
Help me please, burn the sorrow from your eyes
Oh, come on, be alive again
Don’t lay down and die…
I can’t be near you
The light just radiates
It’s a dialogue, the push-me-pull-you of a destructive relatiionship. Displaying empathy, while outlining the need to escape, hoping the act itself will solve everything. But there’s a difference between reaching escape velocity, and simply crashing and burning. And goodness knows California’s full of burnouts.
If you say you’re on your way to where you want to go, then why keep looking back?