coraline1

[	Tags	|	music	]
[	mood	|	calm	]

It's one of those '80s' hits that we hear on the radio often. We never really spend a lot of time thinking about them because we've come to accept them as some sort of a fact of life, something that has always been around, especially on public transportation. They're too familiar, too cheesy, too old, too pop. Until one day, its singer, who only happens to be the King of Pop, dies, and his songs become popular again, including this one. Local singers do a cover of the song on TV, they do it so badly, and I come to the realization that there is a reason why he's the King: No one -- and I repeat no one else -- can and will ever do the song better than him. Ever. But I still go on watching the TV because I want to be reminded of the original -- and how he sang it so beautifully.