Hearts don’t break up here, they just get weaker Cause muscle atrophy in fractional gravity And oh does it have to be four more weekends Till we can hold each other close That’s one small step for a ghost Adjust my helmet flashlight and keep on digging Till I have the weight of your arms around me
to all my strong independent women, happy valentine’s day // listen
01. run the world - beyonce / 02. oops… - britney spears / 03. bang bang - jessie j, ariana grande, nicki minaj / 04. no scrubs - tlc / 05. move - little mix / 06. hard out here - lily allen / 07. all about that bass - meghan trainor / 08. survivor - destiny’s child / 09. hold on - wilson phillips / 10. we can’t stop - miley cyrus
Yes, I’m posting a fucking pop song. From 2005. By an Irish woman who basically never showed up on the charts in the US. And yes, the Wiki page for the record this is from (‘Ruby Blue’) describes it with such nauseating genres as 'nu jazz’ and 'alternative dance’.
My modus operandi of not giving a fuck extends to this; in no way am I ashamed to say that this song is pretty cool. To borrow a page from A Tribe Called Quest, the lyrics to this are “butt”, but listen to that fucking counterpoint! And the horns! There’s found sounds stashing through the whole thing too.
This might be some saccharine-sweet nonsense, but it’s saccharine-sweet nonsense that knows music theory and takes risks.