I'm on a bit of a poetry binge this week, and Monday afternoon found me lying on the luxurious shag rug of a friend's tiny apartment, re-reading some of my favourite poets (ee cummings, William Carlos Williams, Czeslaw Milosz). It is an adventure to re-open a collection and wonder what will pop out, knowing something you've read before will strike you afresh, or you will be reminded of a particularly moving line that you had somehow forgotten. Like this piece from Milosz, which floors me. Every. damn.* time. The first time I read it, I lay in a park with a friend (this same friend who offered me her rug as my reading burrow) and demanded that I share it with her. I spoke it carefully, and then, into the post-reading silence, I slammed the book shut, and dropped it as loudly as I could onto the grass. "I'm never reading anything again," I declared, "What else is there to say?" Esse I looked at that face, dumbfounded. The lights of métro st...
Have you actually read the lyrics? Cause it's a pretty nasty song really. I'm all for having an occasional lazy day, but I like this anthem better. :)
ReplyDeletehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2hY3TujkezY
Christina, I did know it had some objectionable lines - hence the little disclaimer at the start. I don't think it's fully "nasty" though. Less "nasty" than a lot of music getting radio play. And I do love the chorus.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing the other song! I love Shrek.