So we come to another Friday, and despite your violent behavior, the only thing you've managed to break it my heart my best intentions, I've not managed to actually get a non-FUF blog together. Blame it on working too much, or the heat (it's currently stupid hot here in NYC...last I checked 104 and rising), or just general life getting in the way.
Did I mention it's stupid hot out?
This week's FUF song is another one of those good staples, and much like Dido, Tori, and several others, is likely destined to be a repeat FUFer. Sometimes we want love. Other times we just want to make out. This song is for when we're in the second mood.
Today's FUF selection is "Lover I Don't Have to Love" by Bright Eyes;
I picked you out Of a crowd and talked to you Said I liked your shoes You said thanks can I follow you? So it's up the stairs And out of view No prying eyes I poured some wine I asked your name you asked the time
(I really like that last line...it's so...tragically depressing in a way)
Now it's two o'clock, the club is closed we're up the block Your hands on me I'm pressing hard against your jeans Your tongue in my mouth Trying to keep the words from coming out You didn't care to know Who else may have been you before
I want a lover I don't have to love I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck Where's the kid with the chemicals? I thought he said to meet me here but I'm not sure I got the money if you got the time You said it feels good I said I'll give it a try
Then my mind went dark We both forgot where your car was parked Let's just take the train I'll meet up with the band in the morning Bad actors with bad habits Some sad singers They just play tragic And the phone's ringing And the van's leaving Let's just keep touching Let's just keep keep singing
I want a lover I don't have to love I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk Where's the kid with the chemicals I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full I need some meaning I can memorize The kind I have always seems to slip my mind
But you but you You write such pretty words But life's no story book Love's an excuse to get hurt And to hurt Do you like to hurt? I do! I do! Then hurt me.
I like the shift in the last verse from vaguely depressing casualty to actual potential feelings...yet also the underlying difficulty of having a relationship in the first place. It's basically the difference between what you think you want and what you actually wind up finding. Oh love...so strange and confusing.
But now for something a bit happier, since that's perhaps the most depressing song ever. This is another Bright Eyes song, but I like the view of hope in it. And the video is freaking adorable! See you next week!
There's a different between your head and your heart. Sometimes your head is screaming "This girl is perfect for you," but your heart just kind of shrugs. Other times, your brain (and sometimes your friends) are slapping you and telling you to just get over the boy, and your heart is just sitting there like a pouty schoolgirl refusing to budge.
Hands up if that's ever happened to you? Yeah...thought so.
Unfortunately, I'm much more likely to fall into the second camp. I crush easily, but then I tend to get over my crushes fairly quicklyeventually. But sometimes you just need to kick start your heart.
This is one of my favorite songs for getting over a crush. Yes, it's show tunes, but deal ok. It's my blog, I'll fall into whatever stereotypes I want ^_^ Today's selection is "There's a Fine, Fine Line" from Avenue Q.
There's a fine, fine line
between a lover, and a friend.
There's a fine, fine line
between reality, and pretend;
And you never know 'til you reach the top
if it was worth the uphill climb.
There's a fine, fine line
between love,
and a waste of time
There's a fine, fine line
between a fairy tale, and a lie.
And there's a fine, fine line
between "you're wonderful" and "goodbye". I guess if someone doesn't love you back
it isn't such a crime
But there's a fine, fine line
between love,
and a waste of your time And I don't have the time to waste on you anymore.
I don't think that you even know what you're looking for.
For my own sanity I've got to close the door
And walk away... Oh...
There's a fine, fine line
between together,
and not.
And there's a fine, fine line
between what you wanted,
and what you got.
You gotta go after the things you want
while you're still in your prime.
There's a fine, fine line
between love,
and a waste of time.
Emphasis added.
As we've discussed, love and relationships and crushes and feelings are weird. Strange. And so many times, completely and totally irrational. But just because they're irrational doesn't mean we don't want them just the same. And it doesn't mean they're not there, even if we wish they weren't.
So anyway...there's the head space. It's now a matter of dealing with it.
Welcome back cats and kittens to another edition of F***ed Up Friday. Unfortunately I don't have a full update for you as I am currently on vacation (I know right? Since when do lawyers take vacations?).
In fact, this update is being written on Tuesday morning and (hopefully) scheduled to post on Friday. Ooooooh time travel.
But never fear, I won't let you down, gentle readers, who seek creepy emotional stalker music!
First....domestic abuse is punishable by law, we all know that. But did you know it's also punishable under United States military law? The United States Marine Corp has a guide for helping commanding officers decide what level of intervention is necessary and the goals of said intervention should a member of the Marines be involved in domestic abuse.
Let's take a look at Level IV out of V. Hmmm..."Significant use of non-accidental physical force . . Threats to kill, maim, or seriously harm victim or victim’s family, friends, or pets. . .Stalking." Oh...and threatening suicide. We go up to Level V and we have prolonged stalking, actually killing or maiming of the pets, and serious threats of suicide.
You hear that, Bruno Mars? Even the Marines think your threats to jump on grenades and hack of limbs is akin to stalking and significant use of non-accidental force. You need serious help.
Second...apparently people still find "Every Breath You Take" romantic. It's apparently still a wedding song.
SERIOUSLY PEOPLE? SERIOUSLY?!
When asked by he appears angry in the music video, Sting responded "I think the song is very, very sinister and ugly and people have actually misinterpreted it as being a gentle, little love song."
Here we go! Quick quiz!
"Oh can't you see, you belong to me."
"It was impossible… to stop. Impossible. But I did. I must love you."
One of those lines is from Sting. One is from Twilight. Can you tell them apart?
Again, we're in Level IV/Level V territory. I can't believe I have to say this!
Anyway, it's time for vacation! See you on the flipside. And just remember, if you want to stalk your current crush, please leave Fluffy and Binkykins out of it. But remember to have your pets spayed and neutered. Bob Barker would appreciate it.
Welcome back, cats and kittens. It's Friday already. And since it's a beautiful Friday and just a few hours separates us from a sunny three day weekend (if you're in Canada, it's already the weekend...Happy Canada Day!), I won't make any reference to that Friday song.
Instead, it's time to turn inward and examine our own emotional needs and the crazy songs that go with it. However, I've started to notice a trend: No matter who we're talking about, the topic usually devolves into discussions of how Dido will cut you or that vampirism does not make stalking sexy (especially when said stalker is a creepy pedophile). So I've just decided to cut all the pretense and cut right to the chase: Dido cutting a vampire.
From her 2003 album "Life For Rent," today's FUF selection is "White Flag" by Dido:
First of all, before we go any further. The whole wall of pictures? The wall of pictures that both of them have? Yeah...unhealthy creepy stalker behavior. Moving on...
So who is tall, dark and brooding? Yep, that's Angel himself, David Boreanaz, the original emo vampire stalker. And before you get all crabby about how dare I make any inference that Angel and Edward Cullen are similar, let's take a look at the facts, shall we?
1. They're both stalkers: Now yes, granted, Angel at least asked before he snuck into Buffy's window, but let's be honest, Angel did kind of follow her around...a lot. Like a stalker. So one's a creepy stalker, the other is just a slightly less creepy stalker. To-may-to, To-mah-to.
2. They're both cradle robbers: Edward is 119 or something like that. Bella was in high school. Angel's several hundred year's old. Buffy's in high school. Nuff said.
3. Bad hair.
"His hair was dripping wet, disheveled — even so, he looked like he'd just finished shooting a commercial for hair gel. His dazzling face was friendly, open, a slight smile on his flawless lips. But his eyes were careful." ~ Is this a description of Edward or Angel...it's tough to tell
Of course, regardless of how absolutely disturbing Edward and Angel are, they pale in comparison (hee I'm so punny) to the cray-cray of Dido. Let's take a look
I know you think that I shouldn't still love you,
Or tell you that.
But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it
where's the sense in that?
I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were
HA! Like I'm going to believe that. This is the same girl who once told us to close the blinds and shut the door, you won't need other friends anymore. And she'll make us weaker like a child. And asks quietly and calmly, "So you won't be leaving will you?"
Anyway, maybe she's changed her ways and decided NOT to cling to a relationship that's just doomed to failure. That would be a first. Let's read on and see.
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
Wait what? Like 5 seconds ago you were saying how you were NOT trying to return to where you were before (locking them up in your basement?) and now you're singing about how you refuse to let the love die? This is not the attitude of someone who's moved on. This is the attitude of a woman with a knife threatening to cut you if you try to leave her.
I know I left too much mess and
destruction to come back again
And I caused nothing but trouble
I understand if you can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of "it's over"
then I'm sure that that makes sense
Yes, Dido, because see here in the real world, we do these things called "break ups." That's when you realize that a specific relationship isn't going to work out and you end it. You don't get Glenn Close-style creepy.
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
And when we meet
Which I'm sure we will
All that was there
Will be there still
I'll let it pass
And hold my tongue
Oh good...so you're going to finally let it go...
And you will think
That I've moved on....
This...this is the creepiest line in the whole song. Because while you think she's gotten over you, she's secretly planning on pulling a "Don't Leave Home" on you. Just you wait.
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
We get it. The relationship may be over, but not for you. Oh no. You will love them. You will love them so hard it hurts. You will make them love you. And if they won't you will make sure that they can never love anyone again...
You think she moved on. That was your mistake.
Now before you all get all "Why are you picking on Dido?" I have to say that I do enjoy her music. I have all her CDs. But saying Dido's a little crazy is like saying some one's a little pregnant.
Now excuse me, I have to go close the blinds and shut the door. If I sit alone in the dark, she won't find me...
