
But that's as far as my generosity really - as a song, 'Colourblind' is a one trick pony that equates primary colours with primary emotions with the level of skill and insight worthy of a grade C in GCSE English. "Feeling green, when the jealousy swells and it won't go away and dreams. Feeling yellow, I'm confused inside a little hazy but mellow": Darius wallows in his lyric like a pig in muck, but instead of being half as clever as it thinks it is, 'Colourblind' and its hard laboured metaphor has the grace and charm of a drunk woman tottering around on a single, six inch stiletto. "Nobody warned me about your smile, you're the light. When I close my eyes I'm 'Colourblind" trills the chorus, but I'm none the wiser as to whether Darius thinks this is a good or bad thing. It's not that I demand that a song point its way with large red arrows, but its vagaries adds to the ennui that turns that initially eye catching shiny object into a mould old milkbottle top on closer inspection.
*....and serendipity ahoy, Counting Crows also have a song called 'Colorblind' - it goes "I am colorblind. Coffee black and egg white. Pull me out from inside. I am ready, I am taffy stuck and tongue tied. Stutter shook and uptight. Pull me out from inside. I am ready, I am fine": nope, no ringing endorsements from me here.
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