It’s hard to be saved, because people have to fight with you, since we are all taught that saving is for the weak. And then, after they’re done with fighting you, people have to fight whatever demon lie next with you at night and they have to keep those demons away from you.
Saving is hard, because you end up used and broken, and it’s hard to rebuild on that frame something that sees life with bright eyes.
To be saved is the worst nightmare for people like me, who thrive in this puddle of sadness and pain. I will not receive your help, nor will I welcome it. Stay away from me with your saving hands and your warm blankets.
I’m not sure what I wanted, or what I needed… There was something about saving in my head, but my head is bad at remembering stuff and my heart is broken, so who cares?
After a whole Monday filled with music, anxiety, stress and plain ol’ depression, I stumbled upon this little gem.
OK, I’ll admit it. I stumble upon it at least daily, ‘cause I still listen to this little gem. R Kelly and his Ignition are high school memorabilia, they smell like summer and hope and good time, so what’s not to like?
I’ll just leave this here…
Now,um,usually I dont do this but uh….
Go head’ on and break em off wit a lil’ preview of the remix….
No I’m not tryin to be rude,
But hey pretty girl I’m feelin you
The way you do the things you do
Remind me of my Lexus coup
Thats why im all up in yo grill
Tryina get you to a hotel
You must be a football coach
The way you got me playin the field
So baby gimme that toot toot
Lemme give you that beep beep
Runnin her hands through my ‘fro
Bouncin on 24’s
While they say on the radio…
It’s the remix to ignition
Hot and fresh out the kitchen
Mama rollin that body
got every man in here wishin
Sippin on coke and rum
I’m like so what I’m drunk
It’s the freakin weekend baby
I’m about to have me some fun
Now it’s like murder she wrote
Once I get you out them clothes
Privacy is on the door
Still they can hear you screamin more
Girl I’m feelin what you feelin
No more hopin and wishin
I’m bout to take my key and
Stick it in the ignition
So baby gimme that toot toot
Lemme give you that beep beep
Runnin her hands through my ‘fro
Bouncin on 24’s
While they say on the radio…
This is the remix to ignition
Hot and fresh out the kitchen
Mama rollin that body
Got every man in here wishin
Sippin on coke and rum
I’m like so what i’m drunk
It’s the freakin weekend baby
I’m about to have me some fun
Crystall poppin in the stretch Navigator
We got food every where
As if the party was catored
We got fellas to my left
Hunnies on my right
We bring em both together we got junkin all night
Then after the show its the (after party)
And after the party its the (hotel lobby)
And round about 4 you gotta (clear the lobby)
Then head take it to the room and freak somebody
Can I get a toot toot
Can I get a beep beep
Runnin her hands through my ‘fro
Bouncin on 24’s
While they say on the radio…
This is the remix to ignition
Hot and fresh out the kitchen
Mama rollin that body
Got every man in here wishin
Sippin on coke and rum
I’m like so what I’m drunk
It’s the freakin weekend baby
I’m about to have me some fun
This is the remix to ignition
Hot and fresh out the kitchen
Mama rollin that body
Got every man in here wishin
Sippin on coke and rum
I’m like so what I’m drunk
It’s the freakin weekend baby
I’m about to have me some fun
Girl we off in this jeep
Foggin windows up
Blastin the radio
In the back of my truck
Bouncin up and down
Stroke it round and round
To the remix
We just thuggin it out…
PS: This piece was supposed to be titled „The Secrets of Liking Britney”. Somehow, that extra glass of wine (or is it whine? just kidding!) made me rephrase it and mask it in one of my reviews.
Yeah, there’s a secret! Didja really think this is selfexplanatory and not-at-all ming boggling?
No! Liking Britney sits up there with other ideals, of making people more than their decisions. It’s like liking a fat girl for her personality and a nerd for more than his bank account.
You have to see past the techno tempo, past the glittery S&M bras and past the nakedness. You have to be deep and to pay attention.
You better work, bitch!
PS: that comma is important. Don’t let no one tell you otherwise.
I listen to it, and I want to be covered in night, in the beautiful dark air of freedom… I want a special summer that lasts for a second, I want lights that shine bright above me, I want to be a shadow that dances til the morning…
This song makes me remember simpler times, when I was younger, and free, and with cares that belonged to only me. It makes me feel like a steady rock of glowing energy, if that’s even possible.
It makes me remember summer and islands and purple suns. It makes me remember mirrors that don’t lie and people that don’t hurt.
I think someday I had a shot at the night, but then I grew up and it all went black.
As a child, I was kinda obsessed with books and music, maybe a little too much for a white girl. As expected, I enjoyed my fair share of pop and also I shook my booty along with Beyonce (back when she was the queen of the bootylicious deliciousness).
As soon as I got my hands on a new phone, with bigger memory, I started piling music on it as if tomorrow will be the last day on Earth. So when Crash and Burn started this morning, it was a good excuse to relive those old goosebumps and feelings I had when I was an 8th grader. I remember the video, which is my personal favorite by Savage Garden, and I remember trying to explain my grandma what was the meaning behind the video.
You know that one band everyone loves and you’re the only one that doesn’t get it? I found this band for me a few years ago.
30 Seconds To Mars was always on the news, on the blogs and on TV, everyone thought of them as some Messiah, with the genius of Jared Leto leading them into greatness. I listened to it, but it made no impact on me. I’m not sure how many times I tried to see something there, only to be disappointed with losing my time. Though I love Leto as an actor, as a director and as a creative imaginative being, I think nothing of his music. Sometimes it sounds pretentious without reason, and other times it’s just plain.
I think I found my 30 Seconds To Mars today. Shuffling through YouTube I stumbled upon The 1975. At first, I giggled and my brain started singing „74-75„. I hit the play button, and now I’m stuck in a loop that makes me feel good.
It’s a song that celebrates life and love and the great power of the city. I am a city lover, so I found myself in the lyrics. Their poetry is simple and complicated at the same time, oozing of urban smells, making you breathe concrete, pointing you in all the wrong directions… How can I not love this?!
The video for The City is wild, black and white beauty, with grey undertones and smoke and tattoos and love of all kinds.
Don’t call it a fight when you know it’s a war.
With nothing but your t-shirt on.
And go sit on the bed ’cause I know that you want to.
You got pretty eyes, but i know you’re wrong.
And don’t call it a spade if it isn’t a spade.
And go lie on the floor if you want. The first bit of advice that you gave me that I liked was they’re too strong, too strong.
Get in the shower if it all goes wrong.
Yeah you wanna find love then you know where the city is [x4]
Yeah counting cards was the best job he ever had.
Cleaning up.
He got good with his 4′s and his 2′s.
That community service was the best job he ever had.
Cleaning up.
He got sick on the floor and his shoes.
Oh and she said it’s your birthday,
Are you feeling alright?
The next one’s the MD.
You’ll be feeling just fine.
Your brother is just sat there,
You said he felt snide.
You hope that that boy will be alright.
Yeah you wanna find love then you know where the city is [x4]
Yeah well she said it’s your birthday,
Are you feeling alright?
The next one’s the MD.
You’ll be feeling just fine.
Your brother is just sat there,
You said he felt snide.
You hope that that boy will be alright.
Yeah you wanna find love then you know where the city is [x4]
Yesterday’s mood,
Yesterday’s sun,
With ghosts and just one nun,
with words unspoken
And chains unbroken,
Deserted and singled out,
Yesterday’s mood
Has yesterday’s doubt.
