I used to be a big Arjona fan. he was a great influence on me when I was discovering poetry. I loved the stories in his songs, the richness of his metaphors and the feeling behind the instrumentals. They had personality, poetry, they had soul.
I don't mean to be a hater, or to offend anyone, but his music just isn't like that anymore. He sold his soul to the devil and now he does covers... of his own songs.... over and over and over again.
I'm sorry but you can even see the difference in the lyrics, his new songs are hollow and soul-less, sometimes even lacking in melody.
Example?
Listen to this:
Se nos muere el amor
I don't mean to be a hater, or to offend anyone, but his music just isn't like that anymore. He sold his soul to the devil and now he does covers... of his own songs.... over and over and over again.
I'm sorry but you can even see the difference in the lyrics, his new songs are hollow and soul-less, sometimes even lacking in melody.
Example?
Listen to this:
Se nos muere el amor
My GOD that song is beautiful.
Can you hear the sadness in that song?
The feeling in the flute's melody that feels almost as if it were answering Arjona's questions and cries. The piano that sings along to him hand in hand with his sadness.
Arjona is actually singing here, he yells and sounds like he's actually suffering. The suffering that's based on the acceptance of the death of a love that was consumed by the routine.
In this song, Arjona personifies Love as a dying patient, it's symptoms vary from:
Se nos muere el amor, tiene fiebre de frio.
se nos cayó de la cama
cuando lo empujó el hastio
to:
tiene anemia de besos,
tiene cancer de olvido
y por si fuera poco, tiene ganas de morir.
Throughout the song you can see this couple dying. the loss of passion, of desire, of spontaneity. It's heartbreaking when love becomes something you're used to, something you're settling for.
Se nos muere el amor, se acabo la ternura
y a la libertad, la convertimos en dictadura
se contagio de costumbre
le falto fuego a la lumbre
se nos mueren los sueños,
los versos, los besos
ay amor implacable yo ya no se que prefiero
que me odie de corazon
o que me ame sin amor
I think that last verse is the most heartbreaking of them all. I remember being moved by this song. Being inspired, specially by the last verse:
ay amor tan ingrato
quitame solo una duda
si eres tu el que te mueres
o soy yo el que te mato
oooh man...
Dagger to the heart...
Why? because nothing hurts more than the guilt of losing something because of something you did ( or didn't) do.
Are you dying, or am I killing you?
Is it my fault? Is it?
but then...
there's this:
Can you hear the sadness in that song?
The feeling in the flute's melody that feels almost as if it were answering Arjona's questions and cries. The piano that sings along to him hand in hand with his sadness.
Arjona is actually singing here, he yells and sounds like he's actually suffering. The suffering that's based on the acceptance of the death of a love that was consumed by the routine.
In this song, Arjona personifies Love as a dying patient, it's symptoms vary from:
Se nos muere el amor, tiene fiebre de frio.
se nos cayó de la cama
cuando lo empujó el hastio
to:
tiene anemia de besos,
tiene cancer de olvido
y por si fuera poco, tiene ganas de morir.
Throughout the song you can see this couple dying. the loss of passion, of desire, of spontaneity. It's heartbreaking when love becomes something you're used to, something you're settling for.
Se nos muere el amor, se acabo la ternura
y a la libertad, la convertimos en dictadura
se contagio de costumbre
le falto fuego a la lumbre
se nos mueren los sueños,
los versos, los besos
ay amor implacable yo ya no se que prefiero
que me odie de corazon
o que me ame sin amor
I think that last verse is the most heartbreaking of them all. I remember being moved by this song. Being inspired, specially by the last verse:
ay amor tan ingrato
quitame solo una duda
si eres tu el que te mueres
o soy yo el que te mato
oooh man...
Dagger to the heart...
Why? because nothing hurts more than the guilt of losing something because of something you did ( or didn't) do.
Are you dying, or am I killing you?
Is it my fault? Is it?
but then...
there's this:
How is this the same person?
The lyrics sound forced, densed with metaphors that are meant to sound deep but honestly don't really mean anything.
You can't really tell if this is a happy song, or a sad song, or a somber one, or an angry one. The monotone nature of it keeps you guessing what he's trying to convey, like Kristen Stewart's face as she tries to act.
That's Arjona's music ever since he became a sold-out. Kristen Stewart's face.
This song is packed with cliche'd rhymes that seem to be meant for a fleeting audience.
El amor es un ingrato,
Que te eleva por un rato,
Y te desploma porque sí.
El amor es dos en uno,
Que al final no son ninguno
Y se acostumbran a mentir.
El amor es la belleza,
Que se nutre de tristeza,
Y al final siempre se va.
I guess what angers me most about this song is not it's obnoxious monotone, or the syllabic reciting of what should be a melody, but the lack of a reason for it to be so cynical.
Yes, it's a song that's trying to define what ' love' is. It describes it as something arrogant and dream-crushing and fake.
and yet, I don't feel the hopelessness of it, the overall tone of it is more like " bleh". Like, I don't care.
Yet right by the middle of the song he adresses that which he's calling 'love' asking it not to go away. Losing the overall authoritative tone that is definiting its nature, by adding " maybe what I've experienced is fake"
No te vayas amor que aunque duelas no quiero dejarte,
Si eres siempre un error porque nunca se ven tus defectos,
Puede ser que lo que juzgo sea otra cosa, no lo sé,
Que a mi suerte le ha tocado el impostor, tampoco sé.
Which is kind of missing the point of the whole song.
and then the tension builds towards the closing bridge:
Y no te deja decir lo que quieres decir,
Sin hacerte saber que se escupe hacia arriba.
Es sentarte a mirar pasar frente a ti
El desfile mortal del cadáver de todos tus sueños.
He's trying to provide us with a cynical and " objective" definition of what ' love' is, but as he tries to make it seem deeper and more and more heartbreaking he loses consistency ( the lack of feeling in the automatized guitar track doesn't help) and as consequence, depth.
but well.. this is just my opinion...
I just think that his later albums do not compare to his classics. " Historia de un taxi" " olvidarte" " senora de las cuatro decadas" Cara o cruz" " ayudame freud" " Si el norte fuera el sur".
The lyrics sound forced, densed with metaphors that are meant to sound deep but honestly don't really mean anything.
You can't really tell if this is a happy song, or a sad song, or a somber one, or an angry one. The monotone nature of it keeps you guessing what he's trying to convey, like Kristen Stewart's face as she tries to act.
That's Arjona's music ever since he became a sold-out. Kristen Stewart's face.
This song is packed with cliche'd rhymes that seem to be meant for a fleeting audience.
El amor es un ingrato,
Que te eleva por un rato,
Y te desploma porque sí.
El amor es dos en uno,
Que al final no son ninguno
Y se acostumbran a mentir.
El amor es la belleza,
Que se nutre de tristeza,
Y al final siempre se va.
I guess what angers me most about this song is not it's obnoxious monotone, or the syllabic reciting of what should be a melody, but the lack of a reason for it to be so cynical.
Yes, it's a song that's trying to define what ' love' is. It describes it as something arrogant and dream-crushing and fake.
and yet, I don't feel the hopelessness of it, the overall tone of it is more like " bleh". Like, I don't care.
Yet right by the middle of the song he adresses that which he's calling 'love' asking it not to go away. Losing the overall authoritative tone that is definiting its nature, by adding " maybe what I've experienced is fake"
No te vayas amor que aunque duelas no quiero dejarte,
Si eres siempre un error porque nunca se ven tus defectos,
Puede ser que lo que juzgo sea otra cosa, no lo sé,
Que a mi suerte le ha tocado el impostor, tampoco sé.
Which is kind of missing the point of the whole song.
and then the tension builds towards the closing bridge:
Y no te deja decir lo que quieres decir,
Sin hacerte saber que se escupe hacia arriba.
Es sentarte a mirar pasar frente a ti
El desfile mortal del cadáver de todos tus sueños.
He's trying to provide us with a cynical and " objective" definition of what ' love' is, but as he tries to make it seem deeper and more and more heartbreaking he loses consistency ( the lack of feeling in the automatized guitar track doesn't help) and as consequence, depth.
but well.. this is just my opinion...
I just think that his later albums do not compare to his classics. " Historia de un taxi" " olvidarte" " senora de las cuatro decadas" Cara o cruz" " ayudame freud" " Si el norte fuera el sur".
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