Lana Del Rey, "Summertime Sadness"; Rhino 39, "Marry It" misheard lyrics, Wisdom Quarterly
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| The sun sucks in the city, the [big] people turning up the AC in the office. Get outside. |
"Stop making sense," David Byrne once said. What's the use of talking? The words are assumed as if heard or their "real" meaning is discerned. No one pays attention. Let's listen to some Lana.
Stringy little guy
Even before he hits the pan.
Poor guy, poor guy!
(Never shoulda left the pan)
If I can, you can't
Make a bass speaker through love.
Spare the wake. Marry it!
Jergen's magazines
Care less about the piece.
Keep the truce.
Make it kick!
Because of life,
We're gonna die.
I've learned to life
With my thorn-gated iron might.
[It's sad, but you say, I can't
Make the summer stay away.]
Standing at the beach,
O, eating a peach,
Address it!
Marry it!
Jersey will reveal,
What can he conceal
When he wants,
Minor thoughts?
Because of life, we're going to die.
I've learned to life
With my thorn-gated iron might.
Travel lite!
Okay, so summer's here, but there's not really much to celebrate, is there? We miss out on all the glorious sunshine. Too pale. Simply put, a playlist of happy pop-punk tunes just isn’t gonna cut it. In fact, a list of the saddest songs to ever come from three chords over whiny vocals is the thing, so we can revel in misery, because that always makes us feel better when we’re down, doesn’t it? No, just us?
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