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		<title>Name that tune &#8212; before it names you</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Feb 2001 20:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Salon's music critics pick the 10 most paranoid compositions of all
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><b>1. <a href="/ent/col/srag/2000/08/10/gimme_shelter/index.html">"Gimme Shelter,"</a> the Rolling Stones</b> <br>Foreboding and terror, and a life hanging off the edge of a guitar solo. Bonus: Merry Clayton's ululation of horror at song's end. </p><p> <b>2. "Hellhound on My Trail," Robert Johnson</b><br> Like the man said, just because you're paranoid doesn't mean you don't have the devil on your ass. </p><p> <b>3. "Every Breath You Take," the Police</b><br> Beneath its sweet arrangement and lilting rhythm guitar line lies an elegant and powerful hymn to stalking. </p><p> <b>4. "Billie Jean," <a href="/directory/topics/michael_jackson/index.html">Michael Jackson</a></b><br> Under the nagging, irresistible backbeat of this epochal single, Jackson tells a tale of a one-night stand gone wrong. "The kid is not my son!" the singer yelps. Two things elevate it above a superstar's paranoid fantasy: First, there's the nightmarish tinge of the lyrics, in which the trial, a dream and the singer's memories of the night in question blur and intermingle. ("His eyes were like mine," Jackson marvels -- but it's not clear if it's a dream or not at that point.) And, second, there is the song's eerie prescience; in the end, it's a story about a superstar's paranoid fantasy become horribly real. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2001/02/15/song_list/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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