Bon Soir,
As the title may suggest I've been listening to some of the exciting and lovely songs off the childishly silly and pretty album that Karen O and the Kids have masterfully created.... It's almost as if someone shrunk Arcade Fire at their perkiest gave them a few more kids toys and some lovely whistling background noise to dance around a camp fire to... sigh... yes I am regressing yet again.. I do believe that is becoming rather a theme of these posts... All is Love is quite extraordinarily uplifting...even for someone who's just come home from a nonsenical day of work in the cold and nothing could melt the hardened cruel heart of such despair.. apart from several small children shouting that All is Love....Yay Spike Jonze yay Maurice Sendak
Hurrah indeed for all is that ... or so you at least believe for the entirety of that song and the time it's stuck in your head (note to self listen to it BEFORE work and I might not get quite so annoyed with stupid people who don't know anything about stupid things..) and also I'd like a cuddle from one of the wild things.... and I know there was always that weird kind of are they mean aren't they.. o well they're just big and cuddly but kinda wrong too.. and that's always a nice razor edged fluff hug..
So life tis going on.. the day doth start and it doth finish .. and time keeps on ticking.. funny that.. and i spend an inordinate amount of time cooking exciting things... well thinking about it and planning it but then feeling tired.. silly.. and flouncing about with my lovely furry coat that I can wear now it's getting to that bitter chill stage of the year.. and it does make any dull outfits I happen upon into some kind of Velvet Underground extravaganza of fluff... it also looks nice against a backdrop of leaves and mulchy goodness of the Autumn Almanac that has rotted on our streets.. yay for Autumn (and I think I"ve already exhausted all my Keatsian references about Autumn in previous posts if that's even possible but you can probably guess what I might quote.. predictable? moi? never..)
Back to the exciting songs I've been listening to.. ( I would go on a usual literary rant but alas.. I've been reading stuff that is not quite as literary as I'd like to admit.. in fact I'm still regressing back to fancying Edward Cullen (eek I know vampires bloody hell what is wrong with me 22year old woman) and contemplating why some people my age have got multimillion pound careers .. contemplating this I was watching The Hole.. a rather freaky film that always reminds me of school.. that creepy long
corridor that we had to creep down to go to the toilet when we slept in the haunted common room that had the story of the girl who had a baby and killed it and shoved it in a suitcase.. eviiiil.. but not quite as horrific as Keira Knightley's bulimia vomit riddled body.. gross..
I"m already planning my exciting new life in America.. i'm a bit scared of the cliches, guns, moose etc. but I'm thinking San Francisco is my new destination... I"m going to set up my own shop and wallow in many vintage scarves..
sigh.. selling knitting patterns to hippies with crocheted bum bags.. hurrah
Right as this was merely a ploy to make me start writing something and be vaguely creative with myself in a non work related way I'm not sure I have a huge amount to write.. but hell I'm going to write something I've been compiling a list of songs that make my lunch break go by nicely... and the journeys home seem rather exciting... even if the man avoided my eyes quite purposefully this morning because frankly he shoved his head in his arm when I looked at him.. strange but endearing.. I'm planning on starting a new club night or something I must return to my um humble roots of djness. yes I wasn't amazing at it but I was enthusiastic and fun... to say the least.. and I think I'm going to blame watching the Boat That Rocked again.. it's stupid patriarchal tendencies (with one lesbian) annoyed me but somewhat didn't overshadow the passion sigh.. How silly is that. I think I just fancy Rhys Ifans far too much for a normal person.. and frankly anyone dancing away to Lazy Sunday with such drunken force is all good to me..
happier songs.. songs to hum to myself whilst sitting on the phone (and to even hum down the phone instead of putting them on hold. I'm working on a new repertoire as we speak...)
So here we go as I have it so far.. some lovely and inappropriate songs for customers... or for me..
1. Whose Got The Crack-Moldy Peaches... You can't go wrong with drug references.. or well maybe you can.. but they rarely fail to amuse regarding silly indie bands and nonsensical drivel... New York city is a graveyard-phone services are also...
hurrah.... Linked article... What a Waster - the Libertines (also sung by Adam Green) ... Save me from tomorrow-o save me from tomorrow -oooooooooo oo no not meeeeeeeeeeee.. Goats and puffy hair.. yay!
nuff said.
2. (If You're Wondering If I Want You To) I Want You To- Weezer... a lovely new song by the lovely Rivers.. sigh... I have always had a crush on him.. since I first heard Buddy Holly the glassed up geek chic in his Happy Days ideal world I have thought.. ooh lovely little man.. yup patronisingly. but this is a sweet rather sexy song (if you can believe it) depicting his sexual frustration perhaps or just wanted to snog the face of someone you fancy.. either way. it's sweet. and If you're wondering if I want you to Rivers, I want you to. And if I'm going to stick to my HAPPY SONG motto for today which I'm being forced to do by my own mental will power I shan't go into my lovely Say It Ain't So and Only In Dreams phases.... Dreams eh.. pah.. I might go into that at some other point.. maybe not now... yay Weezer... She is your marrow... quite possibly one of the most beautiful things if not weird metaphorically... oxygeeeeen... and carbon dioxide...
Even discussing Toe nails can be romantic sigh haha...
3. Shoplifters Of The World Unite- The Smiths
I lift the shops of their money? Do the establishments lift the money of the shops? Am I making some kind of weird backwards nonsensical thing up to prove a small point about bankers? no...never.. non niet..Learn to love me assemble the ways.... my only weakness is a listed crime........ well nevermind, nevermind... needless to say it's better than Jeremy Kyle (yes that's what happens if i don't nick the remote in time I am forced against my will to watch Jeremy and his vile freak show of violence and ridicule in the staff room of HELL... ...Hand it over hand it over indeed.... eugh)
I was bored before I even began.......
worth watching if only for Moz's rampant crotch thrusting.. Those were the days of TOTP and thrusting... no Jim'll though..
4. Strychnine- The Sonics..
Mostly cos it starts like the beginning of a Munsters remake.. and some folks do like water, some like wine.. and this dirty dirty filthpot likes the taste of straight strychnine.. and once you've tried it you can't get enough.. seriously.. it's good for what's ailing you.... I'm going to play this down the phone very VERY VERY VERY LOUDLY.... and freak out the old grannies who shout at me... they might think they've reached the munster rocky horror show stylee call centre... where we all cavort in sparkly corsets and thongs whipping each other over the photocopiers?... um no.. no they probably don't have the imagination but I just thought of it.. I feel a bit ill.. and an another note there were some videos of them actually playing this live but it was a sad version from 2008 and I thought nah.. it wasn't quite as loud or virile.
5. Just to be predictable I'm going to put Career Opportunities in there by the Clash.. as well it seems appropriate. it might make people realise that I am just doing my job.. C'est Tout.. instead of shouting "ISN'T THIS YOUR JOB? ISN'T IT WHAT YOU DO? roughly translated as " You are faceless and look silly and my god what do you smell like.. and frankly I"m an absolute imbecile please tell me I'm wrong so I can eat you're guts and get my pound of flesh from the small of your back scraping it with some kind of kitchen melon baller" um... yes so to sum that up The Clash missed a vital job off their list of inane career opportunities.. do you really want to be a cop? um.. sometimes it would be more fun.. as I have extensive outfit planning for work trying to encorporate something interesting into daily life I'm Looking into a job in a rather huge fashion emporium.. yes please. This is the version of Sandinista I think with the little kids singing... sweetly naive and what I'm planning on playing to my new nephew just to get him into punk slowly...
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List mark 2 coming soon.. but I'm off to the pub. and to eat dinner listening to Grizzly Bear... .. Bon soir.. Sweet Dreams. x
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