Tuesday 30 October 2012

Song Of The Day!

Another classical one for y'all. I was introduced to this by my sister, Kirsten Jenson, who is an amazing cellist and who I would LOVE to hear play this. It's the first of a set of two pieces for the cello, written by Sibelius, probably one of the best (and only... not really not really) things to come out of Finland. The swell at 1:34 is my favourite part of the piece - Absolutely gorgeous. If you fancy it, listen to his Symphony no. 2 as well, I was lucky enough to play it last summer with the NCSO (New Cambridge Symphony Orchestra) this summer and it WONDROUS.


My sister Kirsten - She's very beautiful!

Monday 29 October 2012

Song Of The Day!

Firstly, I'd like to say a quick word about my late iPod, Biscuit. He served me well for five long years and I remember it well, the day when I first received him on my 15th birthday. He was my BEST present and everyone was jealous because he was all new and shiny. As his life wore on he became a little more scuffed from lovingly frequent use and his keys began to sporadically break. It was very annoying. But he held on until I came into the kitchen this morning to find him having tragically drowned in a little puddle on the table. I stumbled towards him and fished his lifeless body out of the water, hurriedly drying him and checking for vital signs. No response.


This song is one of the chosen few that had been on Biscuit from that very first sync. The title album from the first and best Sugababes album, I'd like to dedicate it to his memory. Biscuit will, alongside Dilla, Aaliyah and 'Pac, Rest In Beats:


Mum, I found a guy that I really want.
I know you say I'm young
But he don't wanna hurt me.
Never has to try, special kind of guy.
I get these funny feelings
Whenever he's around me.

One touch of love,
That was only to my dear
And i'm never gonna let you go away now.

Call him what you want,
Call him what you like,
He's always there for me
Whenever I feel lonely.
Don't know what I'll say, 
Don't know what I'll do,
'Cause if you change your mind
Then I'll go crazy, yeah.

One touch of love,
It was only to my dear
And I'm never gonna let you go away now.
So much, so much,
So much I wanna have you near
And I'm never gonna let you go away now.

Anytime my friends hang out with me,
I can't wait to be with you again, no.
And everytime you call my telephone
It's clear to me
That I can't let you go,
Never let go,
I can't let you go,
Never let you go.

That I can't let you go,
Never let you go,
I can't let you go,
Never let you go.

One touch of love,
It was only to my dear
And I'm never gonna let you go away now.
So much, so much,
So much I wanna have you near
And I'm never gonna let you go away now.

One touch of love,
It was only to my dear (you took me, dear)
And I'm never gonna let you go away now.
So much, so much,
So much I wanna have you near (wanna have you near)
And I'm never gonna let you go away now.

One touch of love,
Never gonna let you go away,
Never gonna let you go away now.
So much, so much,
Never gonna let you go away,
Never gonna let you go away now.
One touch of love,
Never gonna let you go away,
Never gonna let you go away now.

Sunday 28 October 2012

Song Of The Day!

Well, technically it's the song of yesterday... But I'm only an hour late so it's sort of okay.
Like so many of the artists I love, I first heard Hollie Cook on Jools Holland in November of last year and ever since she's had a place on my iPod. The BBC called her 2011 album, which was produced by Prince Fatty, one of the most enjoyable reggae albums of the year and Milk & Honey is a prime tune to kick back to. For something born in London, it sounds like it belongs somewhere much more exotic...


Every day in the morning paper you 
Look at the news of the world economic pages. 
It's time to laugh all alone in your room, 
If only you could shine through the darkness, Yeah.
Hey 
And the day and the night, you dine out 
So far, the reason you feel lonely. 
Hey 
You should try, 
You should try, 
The milk and the rice 
With just a bit of honey. 

Every day in the evening pay per view 
You see the boys and the girls, 
They wanna be famous. 
They talk and laugh, 
You don't care for the rules. 
You know that nothing 
Ever really changes, yeah. 

Hey 
And the day and the night you dine out 
So far, the reason you feel lonely. 
Hey 
You should try, 
You should try, 
The milk and the rice 
With just a bit of honey.

Song Of The Day!

A day late again... I'm so shit, sorry. BUT yesterday's tune is an especially amazing one. I'm not sure if I've mentioned it in previous posts (I'd be surprised if I hadn't) but Beyoncé is, without a shadow of a doubt, my favourite artist and has been for years. She's incredibly talented, creative, beautiful and humble, but she's also strong-minded and works hard to hone her talents. Despite her huge success, she's always thinking bigger and better. Her success is, in my opinion, entirely deserved.
Speechless is on her album, Dangerously In Love, which is probably one of my favourites. It's very sensual and quite erotic... The chorus grows into a musical climax when she sings 'You got me... speechless.' Yeah, that's right. Climax.



You’ve got me,
You’ve got me,
You’ve got me,
You’ve got me speechless.

Where you been baby?
Waited for you all day,
Waited for you to use the key
That opens my place.
My heart starts trembling
As I hear your footsteps pace.
Lock opens, doorknob turns,
There appeared your face.

Going outta my head I think I’m loosing all my mind,
Drive me crazy burning candles making love all night.
Feels so strange it feels so crazy to be in your world,
In your arms, lost for words,
You’ve got me!

You’ve got me,
You’ve got me,
You’ve got me,
You’ve got me speechless.

Laying so closely,
I feel your skin rubbing and touching me.
Only sweat between us,
Feeling you kissing and pleasing me.
I rub your back,
I kiss your neck,
I know that you love when we touch like that.
I can feel you need me,
Feels so good to me,
Feels so good to me.

Going outta my head I think I’m loosing all my mind,
Drive me crazy burning candles making love all night.
Feels so strange it feels so crazy to be in your world,
In your arms lost for words
You’ve got me!

You’ve got me,
You’ve got me,
You’ve got me,
You’ve got me speechless.

Yes, yes, yes,
Yes, yes, yes,
Speechless, all I can say,
Yes, yes, yes,
All I can say is
Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Kiss me,
Hold me,
You’ve got me
Speechless.


(While you're at it, watch this live version from The Beyonce Experience. I am very close to becoming a fully fledged lesbian...)

Friday 26 October 2012

Song Of The Day!

Haters gon' hate, but I retain my right to post classical music on here. And this piece is so amazing, it somehow makes you feel really pure and uplifted. It's a little dream of mine to have the Sixteen sing this while I walk down the aisle... I would probably/definitely cry. In Paradise Lost, when the choir of angels 'In full harmonic number joined' to 'Divide the night, and lift our thoughts to Heaven'... They were singing this song.


P.S. This has been a very nerdy post, sorry. I will never quote Milton in a blog post again...

Song Of The Day!

Missed a day again, sorry... I'm not very consistent at this. Essays, uni work, house party to organise blah blah blah. So this song is for yesterday and iiitttt iiiiiiisssssss........... Butterfly by Talvin Singh! *applause* 
He's a producer and composer from London who writes amazing fusions of Indian, electronic and drum and bass music. Most of his stuff is amazing to chill out to (check out It's Not Over - another one of my favourites) but Butterfly has so much energy and is more uplifting. Having trained in Indian classical music, it also features some pretty amazing virtuosic sitar and Indian flute (I think) playing. I have a bit of an obsession with Eastern music, but I reckon there's a huge amount of people who just appreciate a good beat and beautiful music who would love this song.

Wednesday 24 October 2012

Song Of The Day!

I KNOW this song is old news now. But I think since I've been listening to it daily for months and months and I'm still not even the slightest bit bored of it, it deserves a mention. And I way prefer it to the original... I'm sorry, it's just better. Although, thanks to Arcade Fire for some wicked lyrics.



In the suburbs I
I learned to drive
And you told me we'd never survive,
Grab your mother's keys we're leaving.

You always seemed so sure 
That one day we'd be fighting 
In a suburban war, 
Your part of town against mine. 

I saw you standing on the opposite shore 
But by the time the first bombs fell, 
We were already bored. 
We were already, already bored. 

Sometimes I can't believe it, 
I'm moving past the feeling. 
Sometimes I can't believe it, 
I'm moving past the feeling again. 

Kids wanna be so hard 
But in my dreams we're still screaming and running through the yard 
And all of the walls that they built in the seventies finally fall, 
And all of the houses they built in the seventies finally fall. 
Meant nothing at all, 
It meant nothing. 

Sometimes I can't believe it, 
I'm moving past the feeling. 
Sometimes I can't believe it, 
I'm moving past the feeling and into the night. 

So can you understand? 
Why I want a daughter while I'm still young, 
I wanna hold her hand 
And show her some beauty 
Before all this damage is done. 
But if it's too much to ask,
If it's too much to ask, 
Then send me a son. 

Under the overpass 
In the parking lot we're still waiting, 
It's already past 
So move your feet from hot pavement and into the grass. 
Cause it's already past, 
It's already, already past. 

Sometimes I can't believe it, 
I'm moving past the feeling. 
Sometimes I can't believe it, 
I'm moving past the feeling again. 

I'm moving past the feeling, 
I'm moving past the feeling. 
In my dreams we're still screaming, 
We're still screaming, 
We're still screaming.

Tuesday 23 October 2012

Song(s) Of The (Past Few) Day(s)!

Firstly, sorry about the lack of recent posting... I have so much work but somehow have got very little done, so I've been very busy doing not much at all. Anyway, I've posted four days of Song Of The Day, so this one is going to be a little compilation of some of the things I've been listening to this week.

1) 20/10 - Flying Lotus - Phantasm ft. Laura Darlington
As many of you will know, Flying Lotus aka Steven Ellington, released his new album, 'Until The Quiet Comes' on the first of this month. As usual, the album flows beautifully from one song to the next and, as usual, takes you to a completely different place. Though I still prefer 'Cosmogramma', he again takes us on a weird, wonderful dream journey. My personal favourite so far is Phantasm, featuring Laura Darlington, whose voice you might recognise from earlier Flying Lotus tracks, such as Auntie's Lock/Infinitum, Table Tennis or Unexpected Delight. However, I'm also a huge fan of Hunger ft. Niki Randa and Electric Candyman, featuring the amazing Thom Yorke of Radiohead. And with Erykah Badu featuring on the album as well, there's certainly more than enough on there to keep me happy.


2) 21/10 - Crookers ft. Yelle - Cooler Couleur
I've been loving this recently, having found it on the Kitsuni Maison Collection 9, which I can always depend on to introduce me to some wicked songs.One of my favourite things about this tune is the way she (she being the lead singer of Yelle, Julie Budet) says 'what the fuck' in a French accent. 'What ze ferk?'


3) 22/10 - Ntjam Rosie - Again & Again
Since discovering Ntjam Rosie, I have not been able to stop listening to her. Not only is she a genuinely amazing singer, but she has SO much soul and is she not just the most beautiful woman you've ever set eyes on? I'm a little obsessed with her style as well, she looks like a mix between Grace Jones and Solange Knowles. If you like this live performance of her song Again & Again from her album 'Elle', make sure to listen to Space Of You, which is another one of my favourites and has a gorgeous music video. Her fusion of African, jazz, soul and hip hop will soothe and melt you.


4) 23/10 - Robert Glasper Experiment - Smells Like Teen Spirit
We all should know by now that Robert Glasper is a bit of a genius, so I was excited to see that he'd covered Smells Like Teen Spirit, famously written by Nirvana. As usual, Glasper fulfilled and far outreached my expectations, making the grungy, rock classic into a chilled, soulful and harmonically delicious groove. Mmmmm, Rob, play that piano...

4000 Views!

I haven't posted for so long! First things first, got to 4,000! Yay. To continue the theme of animals eating things, here is a dog enjoying some Dairylea dunkers. Don't we all.

Thursday 18 October 2012

Song Of The Day!

The Roots sampled her, Charles Mingus loved her and Herbie Hancock wrote a whole tribute album, The Joni Letters. That's right, boys and girls, it's JONI MITCHELL! Yayayay, everyone loves her. Or they better do, anyway. My deep love for this song has been reawakened in the past few days; I was walking back from uni one day on my own and I was actually singing along to it quite loudly. Sometimes I wonder why I have friends, I have no shame.
I'll also post good ol' Herbie's version of River because it's beautiful and Corinne Bailey-Rae sings it amazingly (no surprise there.) And this Abbey Road version has Wayne Shorter on sax as well - Ahhhhh, talent overload.



Sitting in a park in Paris, France,
Reading the news and it sure looks bad.
They won't give peace a chance,
That was just a dream some of us had.
Still a lot of land to see
But I wouldn't stay here,
It's too old and cold and settled in its ways here.

Oh, but California,
California, I'm coming home.
I'm going to see the folks I dig,
I'll even kiss a sunset pig,
California, I'm coming home.

I met a redneck on a Grecian isle
Who did the goat dance very well,
He gave me back my smile
But he kept my camera to sell.
Oh the rogue, the red red rogue,
He cooked good omelettes and stews
And I might have stayed on with him there

But my heart cried out for you, California,
Oh California, I'm coming home.
Oh make me feel good rock'n roll band,
I'm your biggest fan.
California, I'm coming home.

Oh, it gets so lonely
When you're walking
And the streets are full of strangers.
All the news of home you read
Just gives you the blues,
Just gives you the blues.

So I bought me a ticket,
I got on a plane to Spain,
Went to a party down a red dirt road.
There were lots of pretty people there
Reading Rolling Stone, reading Vogue.
They said, "How long can you hang around?"
I said a week, maybe two,
Just until my skin turns brown

Then I'm going home to California,
California, I'm coming home.
Oh ,will you take me as I am,
Strung out on another man?
California, I'm coming home.

Oh, it gets so lonely
When you're walking
And the streets are full of strangers.
All the news of home you read,
More about the war
And the bloody changes.
Oh, will you take me as I am?
Will you take me as I am?
Will you?
Will you take me as I am?
Hmmm mmmmm,
Take me as I am.

Wednesday 17 October 2012

Song Of The Day!

Angel Haze came along just as I was getting bored of Azealia Banks - Perfect! I love this rise of female MCs that's happening. I'm not a huge feminist or anything but I appreciate how she sells her words, not herself. She wears boxers and low jeans, and she's fit. She ends one of her freestyles with 'This game has just been sodomised - You even dream of beating me, you wake up and apologise.' AND she references Mortal Kombat in New York - 'I'm like Scorpion, bitch, I will finish you.' YES, definitely song of the day.



I’m running, running through the jungle, 
Running like a slave through the underground tunnel. 
Told y'all niggas that I'd get these bitches 
Cause I spit till my lips need 16 stitches. 
I am lyrical intrusion, 
You bitches can’t see me like I’m really an illusion. 
I hop upon your face and do my motherfucking two step 
Till I knock the meat out like a motherfucking toothpick. 
Ah, I’m nasty nigga, like Nas like Kim, like Cassie pictures, 
Like I’m fucking Chris Stokes or that Raz-B nigga 
Or the skin on the feet of a ashy nigga. 
I am whatever they say I am, 
Bumping like the asses on them thick bitches at stadiums, 
Fuck them other bitches I sound better in the place of them, 
I kill this shit, this the motherfucking requiem.

Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face 
Calls from oversea like a motherfucking crusade, 
Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurts, 
Rooftop Brooklyn, made this shit in Covert. 

I run New York, I run New York. (x2)

I am zero past a hundred, spitting like a dragon 
That went missing from a dungeon. 
Y’all a bunch of niggas getting trippy off of nothing, 
Tie a rope around your neck and let me kick you off a bungee. 
I’m satan, and I’ma take your ass to church now, 
Running my fields and you midgets on your first down. 
I love it when these bitches know I’m better than them 
Cause I don’t hear, not a word or a letter from them. 
I’m a fire in the midst of a forest 'round bitches
And I rap elliptical orbits round bitches. 
Anaconda, I sit with an open mouth, bitches 
And you bitches are lyrically 
Like some fucking down syndrome, no offence. 
No shame in all, but y’all bitches on knees like babies crawl. 
You can catch me out in Covert, chilling like a stoop kid. 
Yeah, I hear you, don’t talk bitch, do. 

Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face 
Calls from oversea like a motherfucking crusade, 
Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurts, 
Rooftop Brooklyn, made this shit in Covert. 

I run New York, I run New York (x2)

I’m lyrical and I'm general, 
Take shots, but never subliminal. 
Don’t stop, ever continual, running around 
But never in intervals, can't stomach the shit that I’m fine to do, 
Y’all niggas want the shit that I’m giving you, 
If you front, I’m gonn put an end to you. 
I’m like Scorpion, bitch, I will finish you. 
Making nasty, real, real nasty, 
Why you bitches running like you will get past me? 
Won’t happen, you bitches could get on, when I’m off it, 
Try to cross me now, you be going in a coffin. 
It’s just me, myself and I, 
Talk tough shit and I’ma beat you till you die, 
Ask why? Because I’m better than you’ll ever be 
That’s why my shit make your shit seem lighter than Heavy D. 

Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face, 
Calls from oversea like a motherfucking crusade, 
Crack rock and you can hit it till your nose hurts, 
Rooftop Brooklyn, made the shit in Covert. 

I run New York, I run New York. (x2)

Song Of The Day!

Today's banger is a new addition to my iPod - I had no idea before last week that Eliphino existed. I can't remember how I found him, perhaps related artists to Fantastic Mr Fox, Dauwd, e.t.c.? Anyway, everyone to whom (grammar win) I've showed this loved it so I figured WHY NOT POST IT? A great tune to put on when getting ready for a night out.

Tuesday 16 October 2012

Song Of The Day!

This is one of those riffs that comes on and makes you feel like you're being filmed walking in slow motion down the West Side or nodding slowly while staring at the camera and smoking a blunt... When you're actually going down the shop to buy some milk. #thuglyfe
(^^^^ Dat ass...)

[Curren$y]Shorty got potential I could be her sponsorMet her back stage at a summer jam concertHair like Rihanna shoe game was awesomeCould tell by her aura she want a shot callerWanna be with a baller shot callerCan tell by her aura she wanna shot callerWanna be with a baller shot callerCan tell by her aura she wanna shot caller

[French Montana]Dippin in the 'lac (slow) 3 in the back (oh)2 if ya fat (aha) pimpin is a factFresh up out the street hot jump to the topI be french montana from da da da blockWent solo on ya ass, solo on the aveAll white navy blue polo with the hatI go rawr rawr like a thunder dragonFrom the south Bronx home of the original clappersJust another case diggin in the cratesEmpty out the tool they was fillin it with hateLivin life fast guess mines on a speed boat(spark the weed like a ....)

[Curren$y]Shorty got potential I could be her sponsorMet her back stage at a summer jam concertHair like Rihanna shoe game was awesomeCould tell by her aura she want a shot callerWanna be with a baller shot callerCan tell by her aura she wanna shot callerWanna be with a baller shot callerCan tell by her aura she wanna shot caller

[French Montana]Back on the scene, crispy and clean,LV the logo even on the chain,Dopey funny style with a funky funky childI do it frenchy style I let the money pileShe aint wanna talk till she seen the top offCall me pimp homicide let her jump offFeel the texture ? websterStand on my own not who I stand next yaCan I hit it in the morning (mornin') fo sho I'll be pimpin like a proAll the bad bitches know when the money hit the flo better pick it up(pick it up pick it up pick it up)French Montana French French Montana

[Curren$y] (x2)Shorty got potential I could be her sponsorMet her back stage at a summer jam concertHair like Rihanna shoe game was awesomeCould tell by her aura she want a shot callerWanna be with a baller shot callerCan tell by her aura she wanna shot callerWanna be with a baller shot callerCan tell by her aura she wanna shot caller

Sunday 14 October 2012

Song Of The Day!

Sampling perfection! Listening to the whole of this song is like going on an epic adventure through many different worlds and all of them are awesome. And what a beat! The phasing at the beginning of the sample from Laurie Anderson's O Superman  reminds me of Steve Reich and his minimalist buddies.

Saturday 13 October 2012

Song Of The Day!

Ah, I wish they still made music like this... I regularly get this song looping around in my head for hours and it's impossible not to sing along. As a result, I've honed a pretty spectacular Jackie Wilson impression. Minus the ability to sing... (I've actually never seen the video before - I'll have to start practising his moves as well.)

(Shoo bee doo bop, bop, bow.)
(Shoo bee doo bop, bop, bow.)
(Shoo bee doo bop, bop, bow.)

My heart is crying, crying.
Lonely teardrops, my pillow's never dry of lonely teardrops.
Come home, come home.
Just say you will, say you will.
(Say you will,) say you will, (say you will.)
Hey, hey. (say you will.)
My heart is crying, crying.

Lonely teardrops, my pillow's never dry of lonely teardrops.
Come home, come home.
Just say you will, say you will.
(Say you will,) say you will, (say you will.)
Hey, hey. (Say you will.)

Just give me another chance for our romance.
Come on and tell me that one day you'll return.
'Cause, every day that you've been gone away, 
You know my heart does nothing but burn, crying.

Lonely teardrops my pillow's never dry of lonely teardrops.
Come home, come home.
Just say you will, say you will.
(Say you will,) say you will, (say you will.)
Hey, hey. (say you will.)
Say it right now, baby.
(Say you will.) Come on, come on.
Say it right now, baby.
(Say you will.) Come on, come on.
Say it right now, baby.

Song Of The Day!

Seeing as we're pretending that I posted the Matt Corby song yesterday, this is today's song of the day! I looove Cash, Diamond Rings, Swimming Pools and can't stop singing it, D E N A reminds me of some sort of European M.I.A. The music video is really cool too, it's set in a market and gets everyone involved. Looks like it would've been insanely fun to make. There is something about her that annoys me intensely... Perhaps her chains and overly 'urban' swag she's got going on that make it look like she thinks she's the shit. ANYWAY, props to her. It is a very catchy tune.




Cash, diamond rings, swimming pools
Cash, diamond rings, swimming pools, 
Cash, one thing I got in the hood, 
Diamond rings I don't need them, 
All I want is chill with my friends by the swimming pools. 

Sun is something that is here not, 
Walking in the cold and imagine that it's hot. 
Winter's too long and summer's too short, 
Nothing in between, I'm always wanting more. 

Hanging here and wishing to be there, 
Ending up with not really being anywhere. 
I know that the grass is always greener on the other side, 
Nothing I can do about it when I'm not satisfied. 

2 x Hook: 
Cash, diamond rings, swimming pools, 
Cash, one thing I got in the hood, 
Diamond rings I don't need them, 
All I want is chill with my friends by the swimming pools. 
 
If you're listening to this in a hot country 
Please come rescue me, I'ma give you what you need. 
I will bring my friends, we're just about twenty, 
If you got a swimming pool, then we can be hanging. 

Cash, diamond rings, swimming pools, 
Cash, one thing I got in the hood, 
Diamond rings I don't need them, 
All I want is chill with my friends by the swimming pools. 

Cash, diamond rings, swimming pools, 
Cash, diamond rings, swimming pools, 
Cash, diamond rings, swimming pools, 
Cash, diamond rings, swimming pools... 

All I want is chill, all I want is chill, 
All I want is chill and all I want is chill, 
All I want is chill, all I want is chill, 
All I want is chill with my friends by the swimming pools. 


P.S. I'm pretty sure I'm the first person to bring you the correct lyrics to this song. The only submission elsewhere I found thought she was saying 'If you listen me in the half country' instead of 'If you're listening to this in a hot country'... You're welcome!

Song Of The Day!

We'll pretend I posted this yesterday, because I may have forgotten...
I did blog about Matt Corby ages ago, basically ranting about how sex oozes from every inch of his surface area. This definitely has not changed and I get to see it in person because I'm going to see him live in Leeds in November!! I am incredibly excited, I will probably be weeping in the first five minutes...
This song, Big Eyes, is my favourite Corby tune at the moment. The acoustic loveliness of Matt Corby's and Bree Tranter's voices together with the dulcet tones of Matt's guitar soothes my soul. If this song was a river, it would be made of chocolate and I would happily drown in it.


Blackout the light,
Maybe you're tired fall
Or stone cold. 
You fumble and fight 
With all the time you spend alone. 

Cause it's only fair, 
It's love and war, 
And darkness is all you'll ever know 
If I don't love you more. 

Keep in your cage, 
Withered by ageing eyes and skin. 
You call this your home, 
A colourful dragging dried up drone. 

Cause it's only fair, 
It's love and war, 
And darkness is all you'll ever know, 
Oh darkness is all you'll ever know, 
Darkness is all you'll ever know 
If I don't love you more. 

Loveless sorrow kindly borrowed, 
Only thing my soul's now hollow. 
Loveless sorrow kindly borrowed, 
Only thing my soul's now hollow. 

Cause it's only fair, 
It's love and war, 
And darkness is all you'll ever know 
If I don't love you more.

Wednesday 10 October 2012

Song Of The Day!

Since it is technically the next day, I'm going to go ahead and post this now. A warning - I barely slept last night and was throwing up for most of today so I am currently in a sort of half alive half dead state. Likely to be making loads of mistakes and also talking quite a lot of shit. Anyway, I found this tune (can't believe I didn't know it before??) a second ago and thought I'd spontaneously blog about it, because its slow, bassy underwater-ness is very appealing to my current state of mind. Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and it won't sound as good? It is a risk that I'm willing to take. Enjoy:

Song Of The Day!

I wasn't actually the biggest fan of Frank Ocean before I heard his new album but it is guuurrddddd. SO my song of the day today is my favourite song from that album, Bad Religion. It reminds me of Prince at the beginning and I love the bitonality (yeah, that's right) at 1:18.


Taxi driver,
Be my shrink for the hour,
Leave the meter running,
It's rush hour
So take the streets if you wanna,
Just outrun the demons, could you?
He said "allahu akbar", I told him don't curse me,
"But boy you need prayer", I guess it couldn't hurt me.
If it brings me to my knees,
It's a bad religion.

This unrequited love,
To me it's nothing but
A one-man cult,
And cyanide in my styrofoam cup,
I could never make him love me,
Never make him love me,
Love, love...

Taxi driver,
I swear I've got three lives
Balanced on my head like steak knives.
I can't tell you the truth about my disguise,
I can't trust no one,
And you say "allahu akbar", I told him don't curse me,
"But boy you need prayer", I guess it couldn't hurt me.
If it brings me to my knees,
It's a bad religion.

This unrequited love,
To me it's nothing but
A one-man cult,
And cyanide in my styrofoam cup,
I could never make him love me,
Never make him love me,
No, no.

It's a bad religion
To be in love with someone
Who could never love you,
Only bad,
Only bad religion
Could have me feeling the way I do.

Monday 8 October 2012

Song Of The Day!

Das Racist - The latest craze amongst the young and hip. They're so cool because they're IRONIC. Everything they do, they're doing IRONICLY. Favourite lyric: 'I'm on the internet, cause I'm an internet thug.' How ironic is that? #irony




I'm at the White Castle
(I don't see you here, dog)
Tiny-ass hamburgers, tiny-ass cheeseburgers
Tiny-ass chicken sandwiches
It's outlandish, kid
Ma trying to speak to the kid
In Spanish, kid
Like "?Que tu quieres?"
I'm like "where is the bathroom?
I hella gotta piss, where's the bathroom?"
Ask whom the bell tolls for
Hey, yo, where you get this place from, the hellhole store?

I'm in the building
Building will Belding
Ask for whom the bell rings (DR)
Something like a neo-rap Zach attack
Finna spark an L and have myself a Big Mac attack 
Known to rock the flyest shit and eat the best pizza 
Charge that shit to Mastercard, already owe Visa 
Catch me drinkin' lean in Italy like I was Pisa 
We could eat the flyest cave-aged cheese for sheez, ma 

Yeah, we could eat Gruyere 
As if we care 
We could eat Roquefort 
Or we could just kick it like Rockports 
In the periphery of Little Sicily little did she know I'm tickling boo she so giggly 
Catch me solving mysteries like Wikipedia Brown
It's the future get down 
We make a sound even if nobody's around 

Like a tree or the tears of a clown 
Yo, I'm afraid of clowns, I'm afraid of small towns 
Positive energy is something like I'm afraid of all frowns 
Catch me at the crib getting light to Jeff Mangum 
It's fun to do bad things like rhyme about handguns 
If any problem pop off 
I'll Joe Pesci any fool while drinking that Popov 
That's cause I'm a Goodfella 
Stay up out the hood hella much now 
But punch clowns if they touch down 
While I'm eating lunch now 
While I'm eating a burger 
Metaphysical spiritual lyrical murder 

The ill '96 manifestible third eye 
Abstract vegan backpack skateboard et cetera 
Rap hella much in a busted ass Jetta with Coretta Scott King 
Rap bridge 
On a duet with T-Pain and Stephen Hawking 
I'm not joking, stop jocking, stop talking 
Shut up, hush up 
Please, shut the fuck up 
Shut up, dude, shut up 
Das Racist is the new Kool G Rap 
Peep us at the Grammys 
We'd like to thank G-chat 
We'd like to thank weed rap 
The best rapper's B Real 
Jokes, it's us, come on, be real 
Second Latin rapper to like the Beatles 
But on the real they swear I'm blacker than Cheadle 
Like Don King playing Donkey Kong Country at his cousin's house 
You don't even know what it's about 

This is panic attack rap 
Eating four flapjacks 
Trap raps, let em free, they always come back to me 
The Internet told me that that's called love 
I'm on the Internet cause I'm an Internet thug 
Himanshu, yes I'm in control man 
Pos Vibe Emanator 
Yes I got my soul tan 
Soul shine, soul glow, so so Po-Mo 
Catch me on the South Side 
Kicking it with Shlomo 

Kicking it with Gary Soto 
All the cholos saying "Mira el joto" 
Just because I rock the secondhand Versace 
Wash me, watch me 
The second hand couldn't even clock me 
You couldn't see me like a Cuban playing hockey 
Cracker in the chocolate, that's human Pocky 
Papa look stocky, Mama look chalky 
Me I look a little something like a young Shock G 
Words come through me like I was a walkie talkie 
All I do is open up my mouth and just rock, see 
You, you are not me 
Me I am possibly everything plus everything that is not me 
Jokes, that is not T-R-U-E 
Are you understanding everything, do you got me? 
Catch me in the trees where it's shady like Lockheed Martin 
Sparking in the shade of the trees in the park, B 
Hark the angels stay singing in the dark 
Like the rainbow in the Ronnie James Dio joint 
Hit it from the back court 
Like it was a three point 
I don't give a fuck, I'm a duck to a decoy 
No trustem white-face man like Geronimo 
Tried to go to Amsterdam they threw us in Guantanamo