This song… wow. It took me to some whole other place, truly. It brings out a bittersweet quality hidden in me. The feeling that sometimes makes you want to be a bit sad, because it’s a feeling you haven’t felt for some time, but once you do remember it you kind of let it take over and drown you. I’m not sure if I’m making sense. I kind of got lost.

I love the first four lines of the lyrics the most:

What’s it like when you die?
Do you live on in memories?
If you can, I wanna try
I didn’t get nothing done in this life

I just remembered this song. There is something so sincere and forceful about it that every time I hear it it’s like getting a bitch-slap from truth. And the video (that I just now saw for the first time) adds to the feeling that emerges with this song.

Longing. Yes, that’s it. Passionate longing.

And brokenness.

I’m pretending to be a good fisherman’s woman
Just like Anna Ingunn’s mom
The gladiator of all fisherman’s wives
Makes it a lot easier thinking of you
On the sea where you have to be a month at a time
Working hard in the day
Your hands cracking from the cold and the salt
In the night when you go to bed
You try to sleep by listening to the boat breathing
The boat breathing
And the only thing
The only thing you can think of is me
Waiting for you by the window
With the brightest red lipstick on my lips
Just like Anna waits for her man
How will I learn
I’ll wait

“Music is worthless unless it can

make a complete stranger

break down and cry”

After all these years, I still love this song.

Kinda lose your sense of time
‘Cause the days don’t matter no more
All the feelings that you hide
Gonna tear you up inside
You hope she knows you tried
Follows you around all day
And you wake up soaking wet
‘Cause between this world and eternity
There is a face you hope to see

***
You know where you’ve sent her
You sure know where you are
You’re trying to ease off
But you know you won’t get far
And now she’s up there
Sings like an angel
But you can’t hear those words
And now she’s up there
Sings like an angel
Unforgivable Sinner

You’ve been walking around in tears
No answers are there to get
You won’t ever be the same
Someone cries and you’re to blame
Struggling with a fight inside
Sorrow you’ll defeat
The picture you see it won’t disappear
Not unpleasant dreams or her voice you hear

***

Maybe one time lost
But now you’re found
Stand right up before
You hit the ground
Maybe one time lost
But now you’re found
Stand right up before
You hit the ground – hit the ground

***

The cold autumn weather, with menace falling from the sky and other things not nice, really sets the mood on crappy-level. However, there is a cure. Well… for me, at least.

And that would be late-night mini road trips with Eva.

Our road trips started with us getting licenses. Eva had her mom’s car and everything was settled. At first, these trips were what we called ‘field parties’. We (usually 4 people) would drive on some muddy road leading god knows where at nighttime, find ourselves a nice field, stop and dance to good music. We were all alternative artsy people with our “different” music preferences when we started out. These trips really got us all out of our artsy comfort zones and into the whole ‘love for the beat’ thing.

It was no ordinary disco-dancing that took place on those fields. This was Animal Planet. We were the embodiment of natural ecstasy, oblivious to everything but our inner animal. Man, it was fun.

Now it has quieted down. The road trip is a trip on another level. It’s not about wildness but mellowing out.

A few nights ago Eva and I hit the road again. We drove this way, that way, back again – anywhere we damn well pleased and nowhere in particular. It’s so relaxing. No conversation is actually needed, music plays its own part. After 5 hours of driving nowhere, in complete darkness, on remote roads, with music providing a state of Nirvana… it’s all good. It’s like having eaten a bowl of happy-stew.

Just imagine this

and this

and nothing else for hours.

It’s Heaven.

Pipilotti is an artist from Switzerland. I looked at her other works and I did not get it. But I like this song.

I first heard it when (kind of) working in the infamous Lai 10 secondhand shop in Old Town. There was always something going on there. But I was so shy I never took the chance to get to know all those people who were there. I worked there on some Saturdays and Sundays. It was always fun.

It was Lee who played me this song and for about 5 years now I had not heard it. I had forgotten it. For some reason I remembered it last week and since then have listened to it too many times.

I think she counts as artwork. I mean she has sculpted herself to look like someone’s acid trip. She does not look natural, but so what? She’s fierce.

And who could forget Sunglasses at Night by TIGA.

Two years ago I had this on repeat. Juliette Lewis is hot. Like hell.

I love her voice. That high-pitched carrot squeak she does is just… so good. No video, but I think the song itself is enough.

Go Ahead, you know you want it
You’ll have no other way
you just want to take us down
Go ahead, I’ll be the one hit
If I can take you, boy, it just might throw this town

Oh, you want to get it
You make us bleed, it’ll prove there’s life somewhere
And oh, no, I want to yell it
but do we speak or are we just nodding our heads

No way, not me, what you got,
it’s not for me, but you’ll find a way
no way not me, what you got,
it’s not for me

Don’t reach too far, you will fall over
Don’t be surprised what you discover
Don’t fear your call, can’t pull us under
You better watch out, run for cover

We see right through it
You get what you give, you get what you give

Go ahead, I’ll be your junkie
I’ll be deplete you can heap all rubbish here
Go ahead, now dump it on me
if I go quiet will the itch go down with me

Oh, you got to get it
never mind that it was never there nowhere
but oh, no, not for a minute
for now you’ll make your bed
and it will wait, I swear

No way, not me, what you got,
it’s not for me, but you’ll find a way
no way not me, what you got,
it’s not for me

Don’t reach too far, you will fall over
Don’t be surprised what you discover
Don’t fear your call, can’t pull us under
You better watch out, run for cover

We see right through it
You get what you give, you get what you give

Tell them that they’ll get that they wanted, tell them
Tell them that they’ll get what they wanted.
‘Til then….

This song kicks ass. And the video is really cool. It’s simple, it’s hot, it works.

I don’t speak French (sigh), but a few clicks and I found a source that had the translation. Don’t know if it’s correct, but it sounds like something they could be singing about while walking butt naked on the streets of Paris.

Baby Baby Baby

I want to fuck on the commode. I want Tellier on my Ipod.

I want your Mom’s Black Amex. I want your Dad’s car.

I want to go out with your mates. I will wear my cutest panties.

I want a hot sex session. You can look but you can’t touch.

I want to be a Justice top friend. Gaspard’s hand on my thigh.

I want to be able to count without my fingers. And I want yours in the right spot.

I don’t want to go up the stairs. That’s perfect – you’re going to carry me.

I want to be the only person in photos. And I want to model for Laurent.

I want gifted children. And I want my dog to have a degree.

I want your head on a platter. I want mine to be on Denisot.

I don’t want any cake. I just want Coke.

I don’t want Kate, I want Ethan Hawke.

I want to jump off of a big ladder. Do as you can for the rainbow.

I want chocolate and vanilla flavored ice cream. I want your balls to be blueberry flavored.

I want to dance like Vanessa. I want to see her guy at Ibiza.

I want to be asleep when you wake up. And I want Yelle’s t-shirt.

I want to fit all my jeans. And I want you to come home with your pay check.

I want ice cubes in my glass. I want to smoke dope with your grandma.

I saw your ex – you know she’s dumb. Tell her I found her boots.

I don’t want a pip in my cherry. I want you to straighten the Tower of Pisa.

I want to cum in a Deux Chevaux. And I’ll do it behind your back.