The songs I can't stop listening to (8/25/12)

So this week there are a couple kinds of songs featured. The Lykke Li, the Lonestar and the Louis Armstrong are straight-up love songs. But they're against a backdrop of contemplation, ennui, regret and in the case of the Kristin Hersh at the end, a sort of angry acceptance. I like how both kinds can be meaningful at the same time.

1. The Velvet Underground - "Sunday Morning"
2. Sigur Rós - "Í Gær"
3. Lykke Li - "Little Bit" (Loving Hand remix)
4. Lonestar - "Amazed"
5. Woodpigeon - "Home As A Romanticized Concept Where Everyone Loves You Always And Forever"
6. Louis Armstrong - "La vie en rose" (Edith Piaf cover)
7. Horse Feathers - "Walking & Running"
8. Kristin Hersh - "Your Dirty Answer"

The Lonestar is cheese, but fuck it, I love it.

early dawning
Sunday morning
it's all the wasted years
so close behind



I love how this song starts in such a similar way to the Velvet Underground above, but then all of a sudden violently attacks just under a minute in.


I think I'm a little bit, little bit
a little bit in love with you...



Make fun of me for loving this song all you want. I want to feel like this about somebody, cheese and all.

I can hear your thoughts - I can see your dreams



I don't need this
But I need this to save my face
You complete it
My stupid little search for a place
A place you go into
To be healed and to be free
Somewhere where there's no one
Quite so beautiful as me



The great Edith Piaf song interpreted by Louis Armstrong. La vie en rose literally means "life in pink," but a more meaningful translation might be "life through rose-colored glasses." English words sung by Louis:

Hold me close and hold me fast
That magic spell you cast
This is la vie en rose
When you kiss me heaven sighs
And though I close my eyes
I see la vie en rose

etc.



Walking and running
Sucking and fucking at your will
You won't debate us, nor entertain us
It's your thrill
A bitter pill that you must take
Broken bones and hearts, that's your fate



My fantasies are unlived histories
You know what it's like when mistakes go unmade
It was beautiful
It was you
I'm giving up the ugly
I thought you'd make pretty
I'll be goddamned
This is beautiful
Hold my hand

...

It's not my fault you don't love me...