I’m actually not in any condition to write articles right now. I’m flying hii-ii-ii-igh. Images of a black-haired, denim-clad ninja climbing the walls have made me climb the walls. There are actual footprints on my ceiling if you want to see. I’m being force-fed optimism, happiness and messages of love and I can’t complain.
Don’t you just hate it when you’re having a bad day, and the only thing you want is to soak in the filth of negativity, when suddenly you hear a joyful song or see a picture of a smiling baby? Well, imagine the bad day as your life and the smiling baby as a smiling David, singing about elevators (isn’t it ironic, though, that such a spokesperson of exercise doesn’t sing about stairs?).
The Archuforce doesn’t care how miserable you might be — you can be a hit man on a mission when you start streaming TOSOD, but by the time you’re bawling your eyes out to My Kind Of Perfect, you’ll want to embrace whoever it was you were planning to slay.
The lyrical depth of The Other Side Of Down is unbelievable, not to mention oxymoronic. Amazingly romantic love songs to a faceless dreamgirl by a guy, who is grossed out by hand-holding.
Snarky remarks to the bigshots by a guy who is too nice to raise his voice to a woman holding him in a headlock desperate to be his first kiss.
Every lyric is like an aphorism just waiting to be engraved into a tree of hope and faith. “Paint it over if your world is grey,” he sings, and even the shadows start glowing an orange light.
David Archuleta wants to show you the other side of down. What kind of a stone-hearted moron wouldn’t want to take his hand and let him lead the way?
P.S. from TOfan: Embe, I challenge those stone-hearted morons to watch this epic ArchuHall of Fame video and not feel their heart melt. I’m adding it to the end of your post in case anyone missed it. THIS belongs in that Memory Box!!!!!