Album Review, “Leather Jackets” by Elton John

Album Review, “Leather Jackets” by Elton John

“Leather Jackets” is 80’s gone wrong.  Songs will play on so much vanity that it’ll be difficult to tell what the song titles are.  Fashion, of course, is subtle and perfect from hearing this piece; it dreams of itself through expressions that resulted from exposure to vices common in society.  I’m sure when critics came to the last song of the album (“I Fall Apart”) they were pleading with Elton in their minds to stop playing, as arrogance throughout the criticism industry makes reviewers deaf to reason due to missing powers at the surface, dreams in the work along the lines although “Leather Jackets” has confused me from the fact I can’t really discern or separate songs between each other.  As among songs we’re listening to vibes that ring in loony behavior through underrated ones like “Hoop of Fire” (unrealistic and funny) and “Paris” (realistic and pointless) there’s disordered imagination across the board.  Vision and power leak into one another.  “Gypsy Heart” is akin to an apple core I can’t quite chew on because all of the hugging and walls mentioned in fashionable disguise are nightmares talked about in glee, subtlety, and deplorable habits.  Fashion itself can be a trashy thing.  “Heartache All Over the World” revolves around beats which remind me of the Japanese hit song “Sukiyaki (Ue o Muite Arukou)”.  A lot of notes, dreams, and statements are laid down in clarity through that “hit” although there’s more to it than meets the eye; magazines are cluttered in a pretender’s house while women seem to get away from him, “a devil inside sitting on a windowsill”, vision taken for granted as feelings undergo tremendous amounts of power towards the hit song’s exotic volume, of which will be one of the highest in Elton’s songs you’ll hear in addition to the dramatic volume of “Funeral for a Friend/Love Lies Bleeding” and the mourning volume of “Tonight”.  Truth isn’t to be had from the volume just yet even after decades since its release.  My pink earbuds let me get closer to “Leather Jackets”- should the main song title really be “Leather Jackets” or should it be “Spider” or “Someone New”?  Plenty of musical notes in Elton’s silvery album depend more on sensation than truth, for truth is very much like a verification of sorts as opposed to pointless refutals.  “I Fall Apart” reminds me of Rarity’s occasional breakdowns in My Little Pony: sad, unfortunate, unbearable, and grossly misrepresented by music critics who show more power than guts.  Dreams go on for what they are since attention deficit naturally leads humans to constant daydreams on demand along with nightdreams.  Lyrics inside the album help with my understanding.  But there’s more to life than understanding complicated matters thoroughly, as shown here.  Just because I understand something completely doesn’t always mean it’s artistic; for that matter, junk mail is often suggested under Elton’s leading costumes of the times, indicated in the music videos for “Leather Jackets”, as coveting for materials can confuse matters into his own hands when the effort counts under a critic’s dismissive gesture on odd forms that don’t melt into exact kindness.  Did you catch the part about My Little Pony?  If you’ve seen that show and liked some of those storytelling vibes provided for by Celestia’s decision for a friendly kingdom, maybe you’ll find “Leather Jackets” to be more than silver.  Elton John’s album here listens very well throughout and tugs on the heart strings exhibited in dark motorcycle sounds in “Angeline”, in shards of broken glass you’ll like in “I Fall Apart” (as critics often tell artists to stop doing what works), in candy-like rock in “Leather Jackets”, in runabout musicality across the globe in “Heartache All Over the World”, and in more ways than one.  So what Elton’s album fails at generally are: 1) it’s too hard to tell what the song titles are, 2) volume may be taken for truth when it’s not truth even in the poetic sense, 3) Rarity can be as deplorable as Elton John, and 4) philosophies and qualia sung and expressed are self-defeating in nature as beats ring up pointless refutals.  No ponies will be hurt from listening to this album unless an applicable judgement is discerned, whether consciously or subconsciously.  Our clothes, our vanities, become proof of the sacrifices made for a rude, mean public, as oppression is joked about on and on where America rests on chastisements.  A feeling with the power on is not expressly written in obvious terms either.   

Here’s the lyrics to “I Fall Apart”.  Try reading it in Rarity’s voice:

Without you I no longer swim upstream

Where are you when I try to fill the spaces in between

The red letter days and all the pain

And while I remain shipwrecked everything has changed

And I fall apart

With this threat of indecision hanging in my heart

This house can get so lonely when the day grows dark

And it seems to be the night time when I fall apart

Can't you tell the shadows no longer comfort me

I don't feel the need to cling to anyone I see

This fool's suffered gladly each and every day

I don't wish to reconsider, I wish they'd stay away

And I fall apart

With this threat of indecision hanging in my heart

This house can get so lonely when the day grows dark

And it seems to be the night time when I fall apart

I've no care to count the stares that pity me

I'll wash your hurt away just you wait and see

For every rose you give her, I'll give you three

But in the meantime I'll just wish that she was me

Oh, I fall apart

With this threat of indecision hanging in my heart

This house can get so lonely, oh, when the day grows dark

And it seems to be the night time when I fall apart

I fall apart, oh, I fall apart

This house can get so lonely, oh, when the day grows dark

And it seems to be the night time when I fall apart

Oh, I fall apart

Oh, I get so lonely, oh, when the day grows dark

And it seems to be the night time when I fall apart

With this threat of indecision hanging in my heart

This house can get so lonely, oh, when the day grows dark

My goodness!  How can any pony bear that?  Why would people wish they were other people when we’re all people?  Just… nonsense.  At least the lyrics can be imagined as an episode of My Little Pony; that’s because art crosses borders, with creators using the same words as others do usually, at creating new works for consideration and later reconsideration.  

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