The paradox of the song Don’t Let It End by Styx is that you want actually nothing more than for it to end.
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The paradox of the song Don’t Let It End by Styx is that you want actually nothing more than for it to end.
I think you neglect one feature of the song. Just consider–lyrics aside–the range of DDY’s voice in this song. When he goes low, he drops into a register that is in my range, but when he returns to the high notes, he ascends to the impossibly high once again. I’m not sure many other rock singers have that kind of range. That’s my .02. Want to fight about it?
Bif, bam, boom…garbage cans
Your 9 y.o. niece might beat you up. Her father has made her a serious Styx fan. (But I guess I should just be grateful that Queen’s “Good Old-Fashioned Loverboy” isn’t her favorite song anymore.)