I will get to Remedy one day, but before that it is worth dealing with Broken, because it has a strange effect on me.There are two types of people when it comes to broken [another flawless segueway] things. There are people like me, who are cheap and resourceful and will always give them the benefit of the doubt. They will try and fix them or just keep them because they get attached. Then there are people like my mother who just mercilessly dispose of them and that's that. Guess who has more clutter, despite being way younger? Well, in this young condom's opinion some things are not meant to be fixed. "Broken" is not just a bit damaged, it is intrinsically flawed; to fix it would involve writing an entirely different song, naming it Broken and then pretending the original never existed. Broken is drippy shite. Within the first thirty seconds the guy, both sensitive and macho [a dream combination for any self-respecting nu-metal artist, or whatever genre this is trying to be] guy starts snivelling that he wants to steal her pen [btw, if he wants to say "pain" then he should say it. Of course he wants to have someone's pain, what is a nu-metal artist without pain?], presumably because he wants to jot down the chords for this short atrocity. I don't like it. Not only should the song be chucked, but someone should pour holy water over the spot where it was recorded.
"Those weapons of mass destruction have got to be somewhere." - George W. Bush (March 24, 2004)