1. Reply to this post and I’ll assign you a letter.
2. List (and upload, if you feel like it) 5 songs that start with that letter.
3. Post that to your journal with these instructions.
Tagged by my friend Kris, I am given the task of completing this meme with the letter M. Actually, I sort of volunteered for this meme, since I have a lot of better things to do but not the diligence to do them. So then. On to my less than sterling answers:
Mother’s Little Helper ~ Rolling Stones
I think it won’t be difficult to understand why I love this song. It’s all about drugs, baby, hiding in some sweet WASP mom’s drawer. I know what it’s like to barely make it through one day, wishing there was some way to numb yourself and just watch the hours melt away. Sweet, sweet escape.
Many the Miles ~ Sara Bareilles
Yes, I’m in love with Sara B. right now. I’ve been listening to her songs constantly these past few days and I’m hooked. It’s not just the catchy melody; there’s something completely unhinged about the way she sings, like she’s not normal at all. I like “Bottle it Up”, too, but it doesn’t start with M, so what the hell.
Michael ~ Franz Ferdinand
This song is just so gay I have to love it. Sample these lines: “beautiful boys on the beautiful dance floor/Michael you’re dancing like a beautiful dance whore”. Now who wouldn’t love that? Seriously, it’s catchy, infectious and so gay you’ll be singing it for days.
Maxwell’s Silver Hammer ~ The Beatles
The rest of The Beatles thought it was another of Paul’s “fruity” songs. Really. All three (a rare occurrence) agreed that this song is evidence of Paul’s flamboyant gayness. Not that I’ll be swayed. Paul’s still the hottest Beatle ever (though I love John more, sorry) and he’s not gay. Otherwise, the universe will spin in reverse and it’s the end of the world as we know it. Now the song. It sounds funny but the lyrics are brutal. Violent. Bloody. Love it.
Make Yourself ~ Incubus
I’m no longer a big fan of Incubus, and you’re probably wondering why I didn’t pick the mainstream hit, “Megalomaniac” instead. Honestly, Morning View was the beginning of the end. It was still good, but it just wasn’t as good when compared to their earlier albums. “Make Yourself” is one song that will always have a very nice, cozy spot in my heart, thanks to its child-friendly lyrics: “And if I fuck me…I’ll fuck me in my own way”.
Now try it yourself. Or something. Just follow instructions and you’ll be fine.
June 26th, 2008 at 7:36 am
Oddly enough, when asked point blank what my favorite songs are, I can’t think of any hehe.
I do like Sara Bareilles. Her album is on constant play on my iTunes
June 26th, 2008 at 10:43 am
I don’t listen to Incubus anymore. I barely made it through ‘A Crow Left of the Murder’ but I should revisit ‘Make Yourself’ and ‘S.C.I.E.N.C.E.’ one of these days. I used to swoon over ‘Stellar’.
June 26th, 2008 at 11:00 am
@Kat - I had to look through some of my mp3s to find the last two songs. It’s hard to just think of M songs you like. Hey I’ll tag you. You get the letter “H” for no good reason.
@Kris - I don’t even have a physical copy of Crow. I think my sister gave me a copy she downloaded from some torrent site, but I got halfway and never finished it. I still love SCIENCE/Make Yourself, and it’s all thanks to you and the copy of Pardon Me that you lent me.
June 29th, 2008 at 11:40 am
i totally agree with what you said about incubus. make youself was like incubus’ own ‘black album’ ala metallica. and morning view was like the b-side of make yourself. every album after those two is crap. heh. pointless analogy.
listening to science from start to finish still makes my head spin though. i tend to feel nauseous once ‘idiot box’/'glass’ kicks in, and i’m already asleep once ‘favorite things’ starts. i wake up during the repeat with ’summer romance’ in the background.
June 29th, 2008 at 9:33 pm
I loved Make Yourself. Summer Romance is the high point of SCIENCE
Too bad they had to go so mainstream. I also have their Fungus Amungus and older albums.
BTW, Hoobastank which is now an Incubus copycat used to be cool, too. Sad.