Thinking Ahead: Ashes Scattered on the Bosphorus Whilst This Playing

I can tell you’re feeling lost
Wondering round without a clue
The road you will cross
Take my hand I’ll lead you

Now, I don’t know it all
But if you fall
I’ll be there for you
The things that you can be
Are there for us to see

I believe in you
(I believe in you)
I believe in all the things that you do
(All the things you do)
I believe in you
(I believe in you)
I believe

I’ve seen you and your battle scars
Caught up in these rattling chains
I wonder how you are
Inside this so called fame

I wanna fill your empty shell
Free you from the spell
Throw away the blame

I’m gonna set your soul at ease
Thaw you from the freeze

I believe in you
(I believe in you)
I believe in all the things that you do
(All the things you do)
I believe in you
(I believe in you)
I believe

We’re travelling full speed
We got all that we need
Let’s go out on that ride

It’s time for you and me
And all that we can be

I believe in you
I believe in all the things that you do
I believe in you
(I believe in you)
I believe in all the things that you do
(All the things you do)
I can tell you’re feeling lost
(I believe in you)
(I believe, I believe in you)
I believe in you
(All the things you do)
(I believe, I believe in you)
Yes, I do
I can tell you’re feeling lost
(I believe in you)
(I believe, I believe in you)
I believe in you
(All the things you do)
(I believe, I believe in you)
Yes, I do
I believe
(I believe in you)
(I believe, I believe in you)
I believe in you
I believe in you

Désenchantée

Tout est chaos
A côté
Tous mes idéaux des mots
Abîmés…
Je cherche une âme, qui
Pourra m’aider
Je suis
D’une génération désenchantée

Solitary

VNV Nation

I Wanna Sing, I Wanna Shout

You’ve got the words to change a nation
but you’re biting your tongue
You’ve spent a life time stuck in silence
afraid you’ll say something wrong
If no one ever hears it how we gonna learn your song?
So come, on come on
Come on, come on
You’ve got a heart as loud as lightening
So why let your voice be tamed?
Baby we’re a little different
there’s no need to be ashamed
You’ve got the light to fight the shadows
so stop hiding it away
Come on, Come on

I wanna sing, I wanna shout
I wanna scream till the words dry out
so put it in all of the papers,
i’m not afraid
they can read all about it
read all about it oh

Emeli Sande – Read All About It Part 3

Drowned World/Substitute for love

Fuck yeah. every single word. you

Monsters Demons

Monsters Demons – Skye

The things that I imagine
When time gives me a moment to breathe
Could never really happen

At least not in this lifetime
And this is what I wanna believe
Might never ever happen

But my eyes can be deceiving
They show me what I don’t want to see
The things I think will happen

Monsters, demons
We dream them up and we bring them to life
They are not real, I know it

Monsters demons
We give them wings and we teach them to fly
They’re taking, taking over my mind

And now the light is fading
The shadows seem to dance on my wall
And I think it really happens

Bad dreams that keep repeating
I’m trying to make sense of it all
Where nothing ever happens

The Nineties

What’s great about tracks from the 90s is that it will sound familiar, even bring out the memories we now might be ashamed of and laugh with a bit sheepishly about the stupid shit you pulled when you were younger. Yeah. You do remember going completely nuts when you heard it for the first time on the radio and you do remember going bezerk when it was played in the club you went to with your mates when you were still under-aged but decided you wanted to get drunk and breathe the air of what looked like coolness galore.

It is the kind of songs that makes you go down memory lane. Reliving those days where you were just a kid with little on his or her mind. Just fun. Forgetting the bad days that most probably went with those good days. But screw that. It makes you want to sound like all the old people you then looked down upon just because of ageism and say:”Those were the days, my friend”.O wait. You really did not want to sound like those old people. Because that makes you look old right now. But then again you really are. Seeing how the teenagers of today are you might even think that you were old when you actually still were a teen. Because nothing is what is used to be. Nothing. And that might bring out more melancholic feelings. But once you are going down memory lane there’s really no reason to stop.

Dance Hall? Queen?

Although I mostly love anything that Robyn puts out, I’m not digging her newest single “Dance Hall Queen”. I am actually quite disturbed by it. And that says a lot since I’ve been following Robyn from the moment she released “Show Me Love” back in the day (1997) and jaw dropping over how brilliant her minimal electro-pop was and still is.

But I’ve got the feeling that in her attempt to gain a larger following she has completely screwed herself. Dance Hall Queen in itself is a rather nice fusion of minimal reggae and electro-pop. But hawking that as Dance Hall and dissing Dance Hall Queen culture is not only disturbing. It shows a disrespect towards a part of Jamaican (Black) culture. Because the song in itself has nothing to do with either Dance Hall or its Queens.

Dance Hall and its Queens is nothing about a minimal reggae beat or just shaking your bottom as is shown in the video. It’s much more. Just Google it or look it up on Wikipedia (and don’t get carried away by the sexist and homophobic shit that is thrown around). And it makes it all the more heart wrenching that yet again a White Person is using a part of Black Culture and not make an effort to even grasp the finesse of it. Maybe some Critical Whiteness could help?