Of Montreal :: Voltaic Crusher/undrum To Musted Da
Everything is in the trash, and it's my fault
I've destroyed us, I know, it's unrecoverable
If there's a God he will repair your heart
If there's a God, send her an angel
Make him handsome and clever and not crazy
And you notice something wonderful
Someone to love her volcanically
Of Montreal, "Voltaic Crusher/undrum To Musted Da"
Whoa how I love the lyrics to Of Montreal songs. They are whack. While this song isn't from the latest release, "Hissing Fauna, Are You The Destroyer?" it's so wonderfully weird and peppy and dark all at the same time. This is a song, a gloriously poppy song sing from the point of view of a real jerk who knows he is a real jerk and who knows he's treated his gal horribly and has remorse but knows he cannot change. How's this for a line?
You gave me your hand, I gave you a fist, Please don't lose any sleep over me, baby, I hardly exist.
Yowsa.
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Rick Springfield :: Jessie's Girl
You know I feel so dirty
when they start talking cute
I want to tell her I love her,
but the point is probably moot
Rick Springfield, "Jessie's Girl"
A classic 80s unrequited love song with a hammering back beat. Back when this song came out I thought, "Who wouldn't want Rick Springfield? He's so hot! I'd pick him over Jessie!" I'm old. You got to love how straightforward the lyrics were in pop songs in the 80s. There was no art to it. No subtlety. Just rhymes. It was just enough to work the word "moot" in.
Where is Rick Springfield now?
You know I feel so dirty
when they start talking cute
I want to tell her I love her,
but the point is probably moot
Rick Springfield, "Jessie's Girl"
A classic 80s unrequited love song with a hammering back beat. Back when this song came out I thought, "Who wouldn't want Rick Springfield? He's so hot! I'd pick him over Jessie!" I'm old. You got to love how straightforward the lyrics were in pop songs in the 80s. There was no art to it. No subtlety. Just rhymes. It was just enough to work the word "moot" in.
Where is Rick Springfield now?
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