The thrill of the song is wrapped up in how it skirts any pressure to lay out its intentions, how it moves at its own whims.
She may be channeling the want to be immaterial, the ability to evaporate like a wisp of smoke, but when she sings “I’m so nonphysical,” it comes with embodied longing, as if she’s aching for touch. She enters a new dimension in the chorus, switching from narrator to first-person, trading a Drake-like rhythmic delivery for her usual lithe, crystalline singing. Meanwhile, as if recreating the slipperiness of Bunny, Polachek darts through various images (blazing fireworks, a wet palette, a cut check), never resting long enough for you to grasp what’s next.
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It’s a characteristic display of PC Music alum Harle’s impulse to simultaneously send-up and pay homage to popular forms, with results too deliciously crisp to read as a joke. –Puja PatelĬasting off the gossamer avant-pop of 2019’s Pang, Polachek and producer Danny L Harle opt for a sound that is both commercial and weird: a deep, juicy bassline befitting of the Top 40, a “ yoo hoo” whistle, a sample taken from Harle’s giggling baby, even marimba plinks that conjure an island vacation with Kygo. It’s a one-act play of existential malaise and a sardonic anthem for those who can't help but seek out the spotlight. There’s some humor to it all forlorn, she recognizes that the world never stops turning, and that it’s fine to lie to ourselves if it helps pass the time. The song unfolds as a balancing act of vulnerability and expectation, of altruistic self-expression and the vanity of wanting to be seen, or even adored. “Working for the Knife" is her brooding, melancholic first major single back from this respite, and acts as an incisive warning about how much of our identity we give to our life’s greatest undertakings, and who we’re giving it up for. After a long and grueling world tour supporting her breakthrough album Be the Cowboy, the singer took time off in 2019, saying she needed a break from the “constant churn” of performance. Mitski would like to have a word on that. “What happened to your hair? Eww–do you have ringworm? Who cut your hair? …The Three Blind Mice?” Hair grew back fast–it was off to new adventures.The saying goes that if you do what you love, you’ll never have to work a day in your life.
Mom got the dullest pair of scissors she could find cut and pulled the gum globs out. UH OH (people see me as trouble see me see me as trouble) See me see me as trouble COZ I got a reputation GOT A GOT A reputation And I got a reputation GOT A GOT A reputation Played in the. The next morning, gobs of gum were stuck everywhere in my hair. “Take your bubblegum out of your mouth before going to bed,” Mom advised. I don’t know if it ever happened to anybody. You’ll clog up your insides and I’ll have to take you to the doctor,” Mom warned. “It’s too late–I already swallowed it,” Was the usual reply. Gum got stepped on, ended up on the bottoms of dress shoes on the way to church or school. Gum got disposed of under desks and chairs. Gum smacking was almost as irritating as fingernails on a chalkboard. About four pieces made a fist-sized wad–enough to make jaw muscles ache.Īdults hated bubblegum–especially parents and teachers. GD THIS IS DOUBLE DOUBLE DOUBLE DOUBLE COMBO DOUBLE DOUBLE DOUBLE COMBO THIS AIN'T BUBBLE BUBBLE BUBBLE BUBBLE GUM I'll chew you, spin spin together T.O.P Those ladies that are walking down the street And even all the guys are screaming out my name (TOP) My rap is Korea's favorite food, all the youths are copying me A motley, it's jumbled, but. Double Bubble tasted so good, that one piece wasn’t enough. Youre a knock out Gd This is double double double double combo Double double double combo This aint bubble bubble bubble bubble gum Ill chew you, spin spin together T. This was imitated by little brothers and sisters, who eventually got gum all over their faces.
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A quarter or fifty cents bought a sack full of candy in those days–which was a typical weekly allowance.Įxperts could easily blow bubblers as big as their heads.
The stories were lame–meant to sell more bubblegum. There’s a moniker you won’t hear in the twenty-first century. Inside the wrapper was a folded up cartoon strip, “Fleer’s Funnies,” featuring a chubby young chap “Pud” and friends. Baseball card gum was thin and flat–somewhat brittle. Other brands were almost as good–“Bazooka” and gum with baseball cards. It had to be Fleer’s “Dubble Bubble” bubblegum. I still remember how sore my jaw muscles got from chewing big wads of bubblegum. Continuing on with posts about Mother’s Day week.
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