Call him Mr Raider call him Mr Wrong
Call him Mr Vain
Call him Mr Raider call him Mr wrong
Call him insane
He'd say, I know what I want
And I want it now
I want you 'cause I'm Mr Vain
I know what I want and I want it now
I want you 'cause I'm Mr Vain

You can't get creative lyrics like that anymore. Oh, 90s dance, where have you gone to

In other news, I've definitely and severely hit the phase of my 20s that I witnessed in my sister ten years ago. As she hit her 70s and 80s nostalgia with her generation, I've been sucked into the trendy 80s revival, and now I'm downloading lots of songs from the 90s. I've even got smart playlists of 80s music and 90s music ( Read more... )

I had almost forgotten just how much I love the Reverend Horton Heat (not to mention Psychobilly in general).

For instance, my current favorite Horton Heat song is called "Beer". It's lyrics are, in their entirety:

Party!
Get naked!
Buy us beer!

Throw furniture!
Gin 'n' Tonic!
Get naked!

I think I'll listen to it again.

You know, I think Prince has the happiest 9/11-commentary song I know. I mean, not only is it upbeat, but it's also pretty positive and optimistic.

( 'Cinnamon Girl' )

Quick! Name that song:

Sunbeam, stop tugging me
Pull that door shut quietly
Darling, what are you doing?
We don't have time for this...

Okay, well, guessing is unnecessary. In any case, this song does little for my concentration and too much for my imagination.