Just so that all of you know, I have no shame about my eighties and even seventies roots. I can be as 80s as I want and you won't make me feel one iota of embarassment. So with that disclaimer, I am posting songs from my mother's aerobics classes of yore. I think tomorrow morning I will work out to THIS music. If it was good enough for the 80s, it is good enough for me.
Today was Ben Galde's birthday. And I was working and stuff. And I bet he went out and had a great time.
Ben, you are totally awesome. You kick ass. And so this 2fer is dedicated to you. We need to kick it very soon (like, Friday)
Ben Galde In Platforms
No no no he does not want to depress you oh no no no no no he only wants to impress you Ben Galde in platforms he only wants to embrace your culture and to be your friend forever Ben Galde, Ben Galde oh shelve your Western plans and understand that life is hard enough when you belong here A silver-studded rim that glistens and an ankle-star that...blinds me a lemon sole so very high which only reminds me, to tell you so I break the news gently I break the news to you gently "Shelve your plans" Ben Galde, Ben Galde its the touchy march of time that blinds you don't blame me don't hate me just because I'm the one to tell you that life is hard enough when you belong here life is hard enough when you belong here shelve your western plans
Dedicated
If you wore one big mask You'd never get a chance to kick ass Demons in the spring I can hear them sing "I'll be coming" Whenever no one follows, nope Dedicated all to you (me) Dedicated all to you (me)
Ah hope you've got a minute Yeah, I'd love a minute of time Or they all go "fuck it if your winded"
You know, given me the rhyme Demons in the spring I can hear them sing "I'll be coming" Whenever no one follows, nope Dedicated all to you (me) Dedicated all to you (me)
Ah, hope you've got a minute Yeah, I've got a minute of time For they all go, "fuck it if your wasted" You know, givin' me a rhyme Demons in the spring I can hear them sing "I'll be coming" Whenever no one follows, nope Dedicated all to you (me) Dedicated all to you (me)
Dedicated all Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated
If you wore one big mask You'd never get a chance to kick ass Demons in the spring I can hear them sing "I'll be coming" Whenever no one follows, nope Dedicated all to you (me) Dedicated all As long as no one follows, nope The string things out for string So many for "moi" Dedicated all Dedicated, dedicated
I was recently introduced to the lovely Lana Del Rey by my little sister. Her voice is enchanting, but this video is weird meets white trash. I guess that's why I'm pairing it up with another very white-trashy video. My older sister played 99 Problems by Jay-Z for me months ago and I loved it at once. Then I heard this white trash version of it in not one, but TWO movie soundtracks (Fright Night and No Strings Attached). I don't know that I like it better than Jay-Z, but it did fit my theme.
You thought I was going to forget the 2fer tonight didn't you? Ha! I was planning on doing it right before bed. And actually, I should be in bed already. It is 21 minutes past my bed time. But here I am putting together this up-beat style 2fer because it is a new year and I will succeed!!!!! At EVERYTHING!!!!! No seriously, how many resolutions did you make? I have a still-growing list. It's somewhere around 25 at this point. I figure this way I'm bound to end up keeping SOME of them, right? Heh. Ok, well, anyhoo. I am really really enjoying Kasabian. And sometimes it reminds me of Mute Math. But not necessarily these two songs. There you go.
Shoot the Runner Shoot the runner, Shoot, shoot the runner. I'm a king and she's my queen.
Shoot the runner, Shoot, shoot the runner. I'm a king and she's my queen.
Dream, Dream again in your way, Always knew that you would. Lose yourself to the scene, Am I only a dream?
Shoot the runner, Shoot, shoot the runner. I'm a king and she's my queen, bitch.
Bang Bang away on my chain, [My chain] Always know that I can, Get your ass to the floor. Absinthe make you a whore.
Shoot the runner, Shoot, shoot the runner. I'm a king and she's my queen.
Shoot the runner, Shoot, shoot the runner. I'm a king and she's my queen, bitch.
Kings Kings may come and then go, Having sex in the snow. Nothing's stronger than that, Lose your taste like the rest.
[La la la la la la]
You're my queen, I said:
Just shoot the runner, 'cause I'm a king and you're my queen, bitch.
Walking Paranoia
I am a nervous wreck Jesus is coming back Gonna catch me at the porno rack I'm about to have a heart attack
Am I on hell's highway Cause I'm walking paranoia I'm walking paranoia
Preachers are on the prowl And they got me on the TV dial Say your prayers or burn and rot Gotta move fast when you're on the spot
Am I on hell's highway Cause I'm walking paranoia I'm walking paranoia If I'm on hells highway Then I'm going the wrong way Cause I'm walking paranoia I'm walking paranoia
Better get right or get left
Don't you forget
Am I on hell's highway Cause I'm walking paranoia I'm walking paranoia If I'm on hells highway Then I'm going the wrong way Cause I'm walking paranoia I'm walking paranoia
Well, has everyone had a great holiday season so far? Just one more bright, shiny weekend left before its back to the grind. I don't want to do the whole reflections thing where I rehash my year and think about how things have got to change this year. Things are changing. Big time. I'm looking forward to it. I just turned another year older, and honestly, I don't feel older. I actually feel younger, and more free than I have in a long, long time. Both of these songs come straight out of the late 40's, but they are still being recorded today. Just goes to show that good stuff doesn't really get old it just becomes a classic.
So, my dad sent me a holiday flash mob video. I am double minded about the flash mob phenomenon. I mean, I enjoy watching them, especially seeing one in person is lots of fun. But, there is a part of me that feels like the whole thing is just another rendition of yet another internet video meme. And lets face it, I secretly enjoy the other thing as well. (Okay, not so secretly). Anybody else smell what I'm steppin' in? Hope you have a merry little Christmas, everyone!
I know I failed yesterday, but you all deserve music. I'm not even going to post Christmas music. Just a couple of cute videos with good music that I saw this week and loved. I hope they bring you a little cheer. (Ok, maybe I'm the only one who gives two hoots about Doctor Who, but the song is cool anyway!)
I can't even remember the last Tuesday morning that I spent in front of my dear sweet screen listening to music and trying to decide what to send for a 2fer. Fun morning. :) At the special request of Vince, we are being serenaded today by the Dead Weather. (Good thinking, Vince!) and the fun part for me is thinking what to match up with it.
I Cut Like a Buffalo by the Dead Weather Well you know I look like a woman but I Cut like a buffalo Stand up like a tower, tall But I fall Just like a domino
You can hit me if you want to Do whatever makes you happy But don't take it easy on me 'Cause I don't know how to take it
You're a prick with a pin woman
Wake me up when it's broke But only if it's broken You know I treat you like a joke bu you Can't tell when I'm joking
You cut a record on my throat But the record's not broken
Is that you choking? Is that you choking? Is that you choking? Or are you just joking?
You know I look like a woman but I Cut it like a buffalo Wake me up when it's broke Just like a woman You cut a record on my throat then you Break me wide open
You're a prick with a pin woman Push it into my skin girl I'm a prick when I sin and I Know I can't win
You know I look like a woman and I Cut like a buffalo
Crying Lightning by Arctic Monkeys
Outside the cafe by the cracker factory You were practicing a magic trick. And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed On the last of your pick and mix.
You said: "You're mistaken if you're thinking that I haven't been called cold before" As you bit into your strawberry lace And then offered me your attention in the form of a gobstopper. It's all you had left and it was going to waste.
Your pastimes consisted of the strange And twisted and deranged And I love that little game you had called Crying Lightning And how you liked to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons.
The next time that I caught my own reflection it was on its way to meet you Thinking of excuses to postpone. You never looked like yourself from the side but your profile could not hide The fact you knew I was approaching your throne.
With folded arms you occupied the bench like a toothache, Stood and puffed your chest out like you'd never lost a war. Although I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw.
And your pastimes consisted of the strange And twisted and deranged And I hate that little game you had called Crying Lightning And how you liked to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons.
Uninviting But not half as impossible as everyone assumes-- You are Crying Lightning
Your pastimes consisted of the strange Twisted and deranged And I hate that little game you had called Crying Lightning.
Some things you should probably know about me: 1. I wish I could always send a wonderful 2fer Tuesday, but sometimes I just can't and honestly, I refuse to feel guilty about that. I like to think it just makes them that much more of a treat when I do send one out. (Hopeful cheesy smile!)2. I love Zooey Deschanel, and Tuesday nights is now New Girl night, which is why I am near a computer even though mine is still broken. Because I watch New Girl with my sister, Jarnli and her computer is working just fine. Lucky for all of YOOOOOOOOU!3. I am now an Avon lady. As of this evening.
