YEEAHEHEAHEHA
Adam LevineI DID IT
I COMPILED (ALMOST)* ALL THE TIMES ADAM LEVINE SINGS “YEAH” IN MAROON 5’S SONGS
*If it’s not there, it may be because I don’t have the song (except I have the discography minus 2 songs or so), the ‘yeah’ is inaudible or covered up by main vocals, he sings yeah repeatedly during the song so only 1 is represented (Misery), and/or the fact that Christina Aguilera sings the YEAHEAHEAs at the end of Moves Like Jagger.
Scientists confirm that pop music really is louder and does all sound the same.
in.reuters.comFrom Reuters:
Researchers in Spain used a huge archive known as the Million Song Dataset, which breaks down audio and lyrical content into data that can be crunched, to study pop songs from 1955 to 2010.
A team led by artificial intelligence specialist Joan Serra at the Spanish National Research Council ran music from the last 50 years through some complex algorithms and found that pop songs have become intrinsically louder and more bland in terms of the chords, melodies and types of sound used.
“We found evidence of a progressive homogenization of the musical discourse,” Serra told Reuters. “In particular, we obtained numerical indicators that the diversity of transitions between note combinations - roughly speaking chords plus melodies - has consistently diminished in the last 50 years.”
Lullabye (Pregap Hidden Track)
Fall Out BoyLullabye - Fall Out Boy
Open Your Eyes
Snow PatrolI want so much to open your eyes,
‘Cause I need you to look into mine.
Closer
Nine Inch NailsNine Inch Nails-Closer
You can have my isolation,
You can have the hate that it brings,
You can have my absence of faith,
You can have my everything.
Moon River
Breakfast at Tiffany's OSTMoon River (Instrumental Muzak Version) [3:51]
“Yougottadance,” the Sheep Man said.
You gotta dance, echoed my mind.
“Gotta dance,” I repeated out loud.
I pressed the button for the fifteenth floor.
When the elevator got there, “Moon River” greeted me from the ceiling speakers. The real world—where I probably could never be happy, and never get anywhere.
I glanced at my watch. Return time, three-twenty A.M.
Well now, I thought. Well now well now well now well now well now well now …, echoed my mind.
— Haruki Murakami - Dance Dance Dance
Self Esteem
Andrew Jackson JihadSelf Esteem; Andrew Jackson Jihad
This place is taking all my self-esteem
And everybody is afraid of me
And I’m afraid to go out in the streets
Reminders of my failures everywhere that I will be
Shallow Skin
Fever DreamsWhat a fucking joke, the soul. This body’s not a temple, it’s a fucking prison.
