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.

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

Little Women

With tears and prayers and tender hands, Mother and sisters made her ready for the long sleep that pain would never mar again, seeing with grateful eyes the beautiful serenity that soon replaced the pathetic patience that had wrung their hearts so long, and feeling with reverent joy that to their darling death was a benignant angel, not a phantom full of dread.

When morning came, for the first time in many months the fire was out, Jo's place was empty, and the room was very still. But a bird sang blithely on a budding bough, close by, the snowdrops blossomed freshly at the window, and the spring sunshine streamed in like a benediction over the placid face upon the pillow, a face so full of painless peace that those who loved it best smiled through their tears, and thanked God that Beth was well at last.

- Little Women by Louisa May Alcott (chapter XVII: 'The Valley Of The Shadow')

(P.S. Beth is played in the film by Clare Danes - Casting perfection. Wept like a baby.)