What’s the most fun way to exercise?
*bass drum*
*put your hands up*
I never knew there was a love like this before…
If you sang that line, you better hop over to your playlist, hit play, and start dancing.
Big noise!
#humpday
might as well face it
Florence and the Machine put out a lovely rendition of this Robert Palmer song.
The lyrics, though.
Just read them out loud.
Stand in the middle of whatever room you’re inÂ
and read them out loud.
Maybe cut down on the chorus a bit, but really:
Just try it out.
the lights are on
but you’re not home
your mind is not your own
your heart sweats
your body shakes
another kiss
is all it takes
you can’t sleep
you can’t eat
there’s no doubt
you’re in deep
your throat is tight
you can’t breathe
another kiss
is all you need
oh, you would like to think
that you’re immune to the stuff
oh, yeah
it’s closer to the truth to say
you can’t get enough
you’re gonna have to face it
you’re addicted to love
you see the signs
that you can’t read
you’re running at
a different speed
your heart beats
double time
another kiss
and you’ll be mine
a one-track mind
you can’t be saved
cos baby your love
is all you crave
if there’s some left
left for you
then you don’t mind
if you do
oh, you would like to think
that you’re immune to the stuff
oh, yeah
it’s closer to the truth to say
you can’t get enough
you’re gonna have to face it
you’re addicted to love
might as well face it
you’re addicted to love
might as well face it
you’re addicted to love
might as well face it
you’re addicted to love
might as well face it
you’re addicted to love
the lights are on
but you’re not home
your will
is not your own
your heart sweats
your teeth grind
another kiss
and you’ll be mine
oh, you would like to think
that you’re immune to the stuff
oh, yeah
it’s closer to the truth to say
you can’t get enough
you’re gonna have to face it
you’re addicted to love
might as well face it
you’re addicted to love
might as well face it
you’re addicted to love
might as well face it
you’re addicted to love
might as well face it
you’re addicted to love
might as well face it
you’re addicted to love
might as well face it
you’re addicted to love
might as well face it
you’re addicted to love
might as well face it
you’re addicted to love
*
Sometimes all you need is a pop-song that says it all.
Enjoy your weekend ;-)
j.d.
wild at heart
plugs in, player on
here I am, hearing a song
that sounds innocent
but would be rated R
celebrating consumption
of substances that have
no legal function
as it so sleekly does
and yet it’s not the lyrics
not the text itself, not what is sung
but the beat
the bass,
the melody
that brings me back
way back
back to those days when
we used to party hard
dance and sweat and dance some more
lights flashing
beats pumping
amps crackling
volume sky high
you heard the beat with your body
and felt the music with your heart
…
there was nothing but the music
coz rhythm was a dancer
and you had to let the music
push the feeling on
and those were just the popular ones
but we went deep down
into the sheds, the areas, the hidden bunkers
where the world was dark and light
filled with sick beats
intercepted with unbelievable strains
of perfect melodies
oh that drive
that drive to celebrate life
that’s what it does
this song that’s great
and kind o’ just wrong
it takes me back to that time
when you and me and all the others
danced in the dark
until we had to stop
we were simply exhausted
and so walked out
mildly shocked
to see the sun was out
and those other people
were actually living their lives
being offensively boring adults.
A sigh and a smile to that freedom
I can’t even describe
the joy, the exuberance
of celebrating that one thing
that would never stay forever
loving every second under the sun
needing nothing more than great music
to love our young lives
we were so achingly wild at heart.
© 2015 threegoodwords
ain’t nobody
that moment.
the beat. soft, low.
filling you up
inside, so wide
so quiet, so bright.
it sounds familiar
warm
and suddenly you know the song.
it’s new
the beat is different
faster,
just the thing for today’s youth
what a word
that used to be you
when did you lose the ‘th’?
but the music,
the rhythm
it’s all the same
you know it
deep down inside
know it since you heard it
so often, so often
on the radio
in the car,
in the kitchen
in the living room
everywhere it was on the air
the djs loved it, as djs do
and soon you had all the lyrics in your head
as if they’d always been there
captured effortlessly
that’s the way it was
it happened so naturally
you didn’t even know it was love
and now you’re flying through the stars
and hope this night will last for ever
but the voice is young, so young
couldn’t have been more than a toddler
then
when you were listening
dancing
singing to the song
like nobody was watching
coz nobody was watching
you were in your space
your own place
moving to the music
all by yourself
and loving it
ain’t nobody
loves me better
makes me happy
makes me feel this way
and there you are again
time never passed
you’re still there
in your space
your own place
loving the music
feeling the sound
like nobody’s watching
coz nobody’s watching
it’s just you
flying through the stars
knowing this will last forever
© 2014 threegoodwords
(a)wait
It’s so quiet. So quiet. So…
This waiting is killing me, this quiet, silent, waiting that never ends
For something to happen
categories of emptiness
I have no idea what I’m talking about
We sing and swing and live without light
Inside
Out – you go, no, don’t stay, go go go,
Gogo dancers, do they ever get cold?
Inhibition, intuition, into something, into other
me, you, us, them, everybody, anybody,
any body
arms, legs, feet, head,
everything in between
that place that says now now here here
me me me
whereverwhateverwhenever
that part that wants to shout in the street
at 3:30 in the a.m.
I don’t give a damn
fuck it just do it
damn damn damn
damn it go on just do it
all in, all win, all those sins
committed
original
that’s SO original
authentic, real
anyway, every day, all time any damn
and here’s me waiting to
stay stay stay
away, a ray of sunshine
when it’s gone
and it’s all so quiet
a swan, song;
through dawn and day
into the night, bright stars shining
and then lying on a bed in rome, lying, crying
sighing into the night
wishing waiting that maybe, possibly,
somebody just might
get lucky
happy
not frontin’
coz she wants to move
he just wants ta love ya baby
but he’s a hustler too
it ain’t where he been
but where he ’bout to – get back here when the lights come on
I don’t give one damn about Tyrone!
You gonna be back here when the lights come on
come on come on come on
oh come ON!
You did NOT just say that!
Yes I did
Yes I said it.
Yeah I did
And I really, really, really meant it
So take that big
bad wolf that’s howling at the
Put your pants back on! Gross!
Flicking back long blonde hair
Nails all polished
Eyes set on glare
Stare
Stair
way to go
It was heaven
Ya make me wanna
scream and shout
It’s 3 in the fuckin’ a.m. you crazy?
Come back here!
Don’t you dare.
© 2014 threegoodwords
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