Ok, before I do this, I just want to preface my post by telling Jabroni : You are a cruel and wicked person for starting this thread. I will have my vengeance and it will be an awful,
awful vengeance...

Alright then ( takes
deeeeep breath ):
Love might be too strong word but for some reason, this song has always struck a chord with me and I'm damned if I know why...I know that it's overwrought, waayyyy overproduced, the songwriting utilizes every hackneyed arrangement cliché, the saccharine strings are ever-present and cloying and so's that damned French horn. The lyrics have the romantic sincerity of the last three Hallmark cards left on the shelf five minutes before the card shop closes on Valentine's Day.
I know all these things to be true. I know that this song defiles a Chopin piano compostion. I know that the vocal improv at the end is pathetically lame and I still want to giggle like a grade-schooler when he starts emoting "Come!...Come!" ( couldn't
anybody in the control room take him aside and say "you know....you might just wanna ..." It was cruel
not to...oh, wait a minute, I get it now...).
I know all this to be true... and yet, gawd help me, there's something about this song that just gets me...
I'm sick.
Sick, I tells ya! Diamond Dog is a sick little puppy... This "love" dares not speak it's name...here it is:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6xBG_d-_6bcAnd yes, I'm the guy that just started the new Heavy Metal thread a coupla days ago... All of ya shut the hell up.

D.D.