2.13.2009

Outta the house in your girlfriends clothes

(Come on guys, can't we all just get along?)

Okay, so I definitely found this song on Said the Gramophone just a few days ago, so minus one for originality/ambition. But really, it's just too good to not rave endlessly about. So here goes...This song is being a yuppie in Brooklyn (read Park Slope, Brooklyn Heights). And I'm not being an asshole, really, I mean all the really good things about it. I might knock the baby carriage touting, knit hat wearing, Save Tibet bumper sticker displaying elitism that is this specific breed of 30-something year old from time to time, but really, underneath it all, I just want to be one one day. More than anything, actually. And this song completely explains why, not so much in the lyrics (not at all in lyrics actually), but in the saunter of it. This song actually glides. It is made for outdoor flea markets and leisurely brunches. Or curling up on the couch with your hypo-allergenic cat, graduate student/web-based non-profit organization worker boyfriend, organic cotton blanket, and the Sunday Times. It is a beautiful day walking down the steps of your brownstone on your way to your neighborhood farmers market. It is committed relationships, coffeeshop wi-fi, thick art books, and delicious wine and cheese. It is wonderful, really lovely. But really, just give me a few years....

Download Lying by Martina Topley Bird

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