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Jack White - Love Interruption, Blunderbuss
Only Jack White could tell you that he wants “love to/murder my own mother” and make your feet stomp while he does it. (Also worth a look - “I’m Shakin’”. It’ll make you downright noivous.)
I want love
To roll me over slowly,
stick a knife inside me,
and twist it all around:
I want love to
grab my fingers gently,
slam them in a doorway,
put my face into the ground!
Lights Changing Colour
Stars - Lights Changing Colour, The North
Some people want it when you’ve got it in your pocket
And they leave you if there’s nothing lefe
When you find that the ones that keep you lifted
Love them ‘cause they keep you out of your head
they keep you out of your head
They keep you steady
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David Bowie - Heroes, Heroes
A song that may well be familiar to those of you interested in the Olympics. Corny? Yes. Cheesy? Yes. Shoehorned in, with no real rhyme or reason? Yes. But in an age saturated with post-irony and withering sarcasm directed at anything genuine, something corny and cheesy might just be what’s needed at the Games; a celebration of something simple, heartfelt, and genuine.
Though nothing, nothing could tear us away
Oh, we could be heroes
Just for one day
