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GO GO GREECE!
We’re all rooting for Alcohol Is Free to win the Eurovision tomorrow night, right? CS
I may not be, but even I must admit that this is the Platonic ideal of a Eurovision song. (Plato! Also Greek!)
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Some Germans sang this at karaoke on Saturday night (the chorus basically translates to “Please, please, give me just one word”), and all I could think was, “Look, my life will never be made into a quirky German romantic comedy, but if it were, I hope only that this would be included in the soundtrack.”
Janelle Monáe - Q.U.E.E.N. feat. Erykah Badu
reblogging this for a Queen…
flaw free
Becauuuuse the booty don’t lie.
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Bold Realizations!: And now, an overdue rant on that Goyte song
I know. I KNOW. Nobody’s talked about “Somebody That I Used To Know” (ft. Kimbra, of all people) for quite some time now. This post is not so much overdue as it is outdated. However. I go on, undeterred.
I got very into breakup songs on my train back from Copenhagen (probably because I wanted the experience to be as draining emotionally as it was physically). And one of the songs that I listened to quite a few times was Goyte’s “Somebody That I Used To Know,” which, back when it was relevant to pop culture enough to occasionally come up in discussion, I quite liked. And I still do like it. But after listening (more times than I will confess) to the song and, very carefully, to its lyrics, I have come to an important realization:
Goyte, or the lyrical narrator or whoever, is the worst. I pity you, featured Kimbra.
A casual listen to this song leaves one thinking that Goyte is really broken up about this relationship and why Kimbra doesn’t want him in her life at all, whereas Kimbra just wants the relationship over and done with. And I can see where both are coming from. Really, I can.
However, I have now given this ditty a more than casual listen. And Goyte is not, in fact, broken up over the relationship. He begins the song saying that the relationship actually made him feel sad and lonely, and that, when they broke up, he was “glad that it was over.” And reiterates over and over that he doesn’t need featured Kimbra, or her love.
Okay. You know what, Goyte? No. You should not get to do this to featured Kimbra. This is unfair. You are telling her how little she means to you, and how glad that you are that she’s no longer the most important person in your life, but insist that you would indeed like her there as a bit player. For what purpose, exactly? To remind her every now and again of the power that, by her own admission, you wield over her? To lord your lack of love lost over her? To throw the fact that you were lonely when you were with her back in her face? There’s a great line in the film Harriet the Spy (oh, I’M GOING THERE) in which one character says to another, “You can’t be my friend if you’re not my friend.” And this, Goyte, is not friendship. It’s not even acquaintanceship. It’s you playing some sick power game because it makes you feel better about what was clearly a very unhealthy relationship for both of you, and about who you were then and are now.
Go now. Off with you. Return to being nothing more than somebody featured Kimbra—bless her and her broken heart—used to know.
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This was on in the cab* that I took back to my apartment after returning to Bremen from Copenhagen, and now it is, of course, stuck in my head. (Also, of course it’s called, “Blow Me (One Last Kiss).” I see what you did there Pink, because so does everyone. Blow me. Yes. Very good.)
*In Copenhagen, I decided not to take any cabs. I lugged all of my stuff (in heels, because I make poor travel sartorial choices) to my hotel from the train station and back again the next day, not really knowing where I was going. I familiarized myself with the city’s mass transit system to get to and from my interviewee’s apartment. I was not going to waste money on a cab. And then, upon my return to Bremen, I decided to take a cab instead of waiting, like, thirteen minutes for my tram. (And was promptly punished by the universe with “Blow Me (One Last Kiss).”)
New Drake track
This is Girls Love Beyonce feat James Fauntleroy, and it’s one his soft-centred ones. CS
Oh, gosh. We do, Drake! We really do!
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dira:
Daft Punk - Get Lucky (feat. Pharrell Williams)
Oh, I see you, future anthem of undergraduates/students studying abroad!
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It’s the Remix to the 1901 Ignition (and the best)!
2002 and the end of elementary school and the beginning of middle school and the black leather back seats of my mother’s Volvo and suburbia and riding around and reading the liner notes with my sister and feeling sort of carsick from looking down while in motion but being okay and listening again and again until we didn’t anymore, and who knows why, and not listening until today, and today, and today.
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