As president, my first executive order will be to make it a felony to use popular messaging programs’ notification chimes in techno songs.
I suppose that might reduce the number of incidents of mistaking music for being called (though I have never encountered your specific variation of the problem myself), but your brain would still find something to latch onto sometimes. There’s a bit in the background of a Florence and the Machine song that coincidentally resembles the sound of my mother distantly calling my name. It’s the exact right amount of distant for her being in her bedroom and me being in the living room wearing earbuds. (Guess what the most common circumstances are for me listening to that song.)
Yep, there’s an MCR song that has something almost identical for me–a point that sounds like my name being called from downstairs faintly, with just a hint of annoyance in the tone.
It doesn’t even that that much for me to hear my name being called: just street noises will sometimes do it.
i migght be overly caffeinated but i cried looking at these
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To me this song is predominantly Slate blue, Dark Slate blue, with highlights of periwinkle. There are some midnight blue and indigo parts. Your synaesthesia might be showing you different colours. that’s okay! reply by showing me a song that has similar colours to this one (so if you see this as yellow, show me another yellow song). Your song can be any genre of music as long as the colours look similar to you. and then i will reply with a different song that has similar colours to what you showed me. and we can talk to each other with music.
if you see movement instead of colour then give me a song with similar movement. (i see movement too, but colour is easier for me to describe in words) if you smell something, then give me a song with a similar scent. so equal opportunity, any kind of music related synaesthesia welcome.
Phil Collins voice has a lot of bronze in it, yeah. I had to listen to it a few times, the one you picked isn’t very strongly coloured for me, but i can hear the grey like raindrops in parts of it. and in some ways the movement is similar to my song in parts.
I reply with Cowboy Mouth – Jenny Says because of those grey polka dots and because there’s some browns in the chorus, not quite the same as your song, but i think it matches it or complements it, and they both have some bits of yellow. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NEfpoUuKFOY
oh wow that’s gorgeous. never met that band before. yay new music. dark blue mostly but it has uterus red in it, which is a very addictive colour. i’ve been listening to this practically non stop with breaks to listen to my other favourite songs to find the perfect one. i think this is the closest, different shade of blue + uterus red http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AzOnZ4rj6b0
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Brain: so I noticed you were going over the lyrics of Do They Know It’s Christmas earlier
Me: Yeah, it came on the radio and I was thinking about making a Tumblr post about what a terrible song it is, how it paints Africa, a continent three times the size of the United States, as an undifferentiated sterile hellscape, how this is false to fact, insulting to many who live there, and strategically opposed to the message most people involved in relief/development efforts would prefer to communicate to westerners.
Brain: I didn’t understand anything you just said, but I assume it meant you want to hear it like all the time.
Me: That’s nothing like what I just said.
Brain: Don’t worry, I’ve got this.
Me: What? Wait, no…
Brain: And the Christmas bells that ring there / are the clanging chimes of doom / WELL TONIGHT THANK GOD IT’S THEM, INSTEAD OF YOOOOOOOU
Me: D:
the clanging chimes of doom though, seriously.
it’s the most bizarrely passive aggressive song of all time.
Geldof and Ure themselves later recognised the musical limitations of “Do They Know It’s Christmas?”: in his typically blunt manner, Geldof told Australia’s Daily Telegraph in 2010, “I am responsible for two of the worst songs in history. The other one is ‘We Are the World’.”[42] Ure’s assessment was more considered, writing in his autobiography that “it is a song that has nothing to do with music. It was all about generating money… The song didn’t matter: the song was secondary, almost irrelevant.”
“Do They Know It’s Christmas?” has always been one of my favourite Christmas songs, but I am well known to be willing to overlook complete-bullshit poverty lyrics for the sake of pretty sounds.
(I actually did *not* get “Do They Know It’s Christmas?” stuck in my head upon reading this post, because instead my brain went “hey, did somebody say bullshit poverty songs that redeem themselves through sheer prettiness?” and began playing a Phil Collins medley.)
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Background radio at work: *opening notes of “Call Me Maybe”*
My brain: “♪ My name is Nietzsche, hello/A sort of nihilist bro/Hey, God is dead, did you know?/What is morality? ♫”
#this actually happened *last* week #but I was thinking about it again because last night they played “Counting Stars” #and I ended up with the Awakening of the Birds soundtrack stuck in my head
The fake musical I wrote got stuck in someone’s head! :DDD
(Fun fact: when I originally wrote this I wavered on whether I should ping you in it, and compromised by re-arranging the tags to put “Amenta” in the first five (and therefore eligible for showing up in the tracked tag). While this plan *was* successful, I shall endeavour to just ping you in the future.)
the good old blogs, who were thirsty on main, posting this’ll be the day that I deactivate and shift to Twitter / Mastodon / Discord / Dreamwidth /
A long, long time ago I can still remember how That blue site used to make me wet And I knew if I had my shot I could make it with the thots And see just how horny we could get
But then December was a drag When every post I made was flagged Your blog is in review And the site’s more red than blue
I can’t remember what came first The enby titties or the thirst But something touched me deep inside The day the horny died
So
Bye, bye, to this site full of creeps Shook my ass with some class and posted some feet And I was scrolling when I just couldn’t sleep Singing this’ll be the day I delete, This’ll be the day I delete
Do you know how to eat good ass Or jack it to some nuns at mass If the urge takes you so? Do you believe in sluts and hoes Can buttholes sooth your mortal soul Can you teach me how to eat pussy real slow?
Well I know that you’re in love with me So here’s the link to my KoFi You sent me your dick picks All day and night for kicks
I was a lonely fetish cammer here With a fresh-shaved head and a well-worn sneer And I knew nobody else would leer The day the horny died I started singing
Bye, bye, to this site full of creeps Shook my ass with some class and posted some feet And I was scrolling when I just couldn’t sleep Singing this’ll be the day I delete, This’ll be the day I delete
Now for 11 years we’ve been on this site Blogging through the day and night But that’s not how it used to be
Facebook’s full of Mom & Dad Myspace took a hit real bad Twitter discourse is just real sad
SESTA/FOSTA took Craigslist down Backpage got run outta town So it seemed like we were stuck On Tumblr we could fuck
Verizon tried to hit the mark And then it one day jumped the shark And we sing dirges in the dark The day the horny died We’re all singing
Bye, bye, to this site full of creeps Shook my ass with some class and posted some feet And I was scrolling when I just couldn’t sleep Singing this’ll be the day I delete, This’ll be the day I delete
I met a girl who used to hoe And asked if she knew where we could go But she just smiled and turned away.
I logged in to my mainstream blog And tried to write a silly song But the music wouldn’t stay
And on my dash the children screamed The thots went dark and the Nazis preened A thousand words were spoken The reblogs all were broken
And the place that I’d enjoyed the most Full of all my best shitposts, Raised a final glass to toast The day the horny died.
And we were singing
Bye, bye, to this site full of creeps Shook my ass with some class and posted some feet And I was scrolling when I just couldn’t sleep Singing this’ll be the day I delete, This’ll be the day I delete
I was singing
Bye, bye, to this site full of creeps Shook my ass with some class and posted some feet And I was scrolling when I just couldn’t sleep Singing this’ll be the day I delete.
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Today, I am thankful that my workplace does not play Christmas music.
Our radio developed some issue a while back that severely restricts which stations it can pick up, so this year–for lack of better options–we *are* on a Christmas-music station.
I’m actually coping a lot better than I thought I would. I think there’s a lot more pressure on *children* to like Christmas, and as I spend more time away from that it seems to be getting easier to appreciate Christmas on my own terms. And understanding what my problem with “The Little Drummer Boy” is [link] seems to have taken the sting out of that song. And IIRC, all of the co-workers whose shifts overlap with mine are first-gen immigrants from non-Christian societies, which lets them take an outsider-but-laid-back-about it attitude towards Christmas that might be rubbing off on me.
My preference ordering tends to go hymns –> songs that aren’t about Jesus but *are* explicitly about Christmas –> secular winter music: the hymns tend to be prettier, and the secular songs can feel dishonest and…nonconsensually inclusive? Just because you didn’t say the C word doesn’t mean you aren’t *thinking* it–in fact, I *know* you’re thinking it because the announcer literally just called this a Christmas music mix–and it doesn’t mean I should be happy to join you in a celebration that isn’t mine. Please go back to singing about Jesus so I can go back to Your Culture Is Not My Culture But Your Culture Is Okay.
(Also, “Santa Claus Is Coming to Town” is still fucking creepy.)
But overall, it’s actually been surprisingly okay.
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Ah di teacha And ah spice Every man grab a gyal And every gyal grab a man
Compulsory sexuality right out the gate? Oh, well. I guess this is Dancehall, after all.
Man to man, gyal to gyal – dat’s wrong
A WILD HOMOPHOBIA APPEARS
Seriously, this has nothing to do with the focus of the song. This song isn’t about gays at all. Kartel just felt the need to throw that in there. Why? The world may never know…
To quote @loki-zen: “I really like cake, here’s a song about cake, let me describe the cake, also by the way FUCK THE FRENCH AM I RIGHT so anyway, this cake…”
SCORN DEM
…And, with that line alone, this song becomes my Problematic Fave. It is a work of art.
All when ah night Yuh pussy feel like sun hot
Spice’s Vagina: Approximately 5,500C at the surface.
When yuh come inna mi ramping shop Mek sure yuh know how fi wuk And nah chat yah ah chat
Ah, right, because singing a song about your sexual prowess is totally showing instead of telling.
Hey, mi cocky longa dan mi knife
Kartel, wah di bloodclat mi jus ask you fi do? Didn’t the song just say not to make ridiculous boasts? YOU HAD ONE JOB
Tell mi wah yuh like Yuh wah mi drive or yuh wah fi ride it like a bike
Figure 1.1: Spice And Kartel Having Sex
Well, yuh haffi ram it hard Di cocky nuh fi lie Damage it fi spite
…Well this just got surprisingly kinky. Not sure if it’s SSC, but I’ll let it pass.
Not becah mi pussy tight Suppose mi put it pon di left Can yuh tek it pon di right Mi nipple dem a ripe
Figure 1.2: Spice’s Breasts
Sen it up inna mi tribe What? titty appetite Every nipple get a bite Mi man haffi go see it Mi and him haffi go fight
Oh, great. Just when I thought this couldn’t get better: She has a boyfriend/husband who doesn’t know they’re fucking and is going to be pissed when he sees the hickies on her breasts. Spice & Kartel: Perfect Role-Models.
Cah me haffi wine pon di cocky like dis Kartel spin mi like a satellite dish
…I don’t think you’re supposed to do that to your satellite dishes…
Deal wid yuh breast like mi crushin Irish
Wait, what? Kartel, I get it, we all know that you’re a wannabe Englishman – but what the fuck do you have against the Irish?
Spice I neva love a pussy like dis You ah my mista You ah my miss Kill me wid di cocky Kill me wid di tightness
You two clearly enjoy having a bit too much murder in your sex lives. Maybe you and @inquisitivefeminist would get along after all?
And when you ah come Whispa someting like dis: “I can’t stop fuckin you”
… … …
Is this really the most romantic pillow talk you could come up with? You aren’t even singing it in a vaguely romantic manner!
Hey, cocky nuh play Me will bruk yuh back
Kartel Confirms: Cocks don’t break backs, people with cocks break backs, and people with granite cocks break their backs lifting Moloch to the sky.
When yuh come inna mi ramping shop Me will quint it up two time and pop yuh cock When yuh come inna mi ramping shop Me will mek yuh run out a mi house Inna half ah frock
The Walk of Shame: A Perk of Fucking Kartel.
When yuh come inna mi ramping shop A gyal eva ride pon it and gi yuh heart attack When yuh come inna mi ramping shop
Figure 1.3: Spice’s Vagina
Spice ah you mi love Yuh know how fi do yuh stuff Yuh pussy buff Plus it squeeze like handcuff
Let’s be real: I have seen a lot, but I’m not even sure what kink they’re going for here.
I’m only sure of one thing, really: Kartel could write a pretty interesting Fifty Shades of Grey fan fic.
Kartel ah you mi love See it deh, mi cock it up Fuh yuh ramp ruff Til mi belly cramp up
Stomach Cramps: So Sexeh
Sshhh di climax begun Bear sweat a run Hold mi tight spice Mi feel like mi ah cum
“So, I know that I’m climaxing right now. Ialso feel like I’m coming, but I’m not so sure. How can you tell?”
Mi nah let yuh go So don’t let me done Me two phone a ring and me nah ansa none
In case you’re not sure why she explicitly mentions two phones, it’s the third world equivalent of a rap brag. She is so filthy rich that she can afford not just one but two cellular phones. Two of them! Mobile phones! Bow before her fat stacks, pleb.
And, like, this is a legitimately impressive brag for the target audience. As someone who can see this from both the third world (”Wow, that’s amazing!”) and first world (”…Is that it?”) perspectives, lines like this give me a weird sense of vertigo.
Cah me haffi wine pon di cocky like dis Kartel spin me like a satellite dish Deal wid yuh breast like mi crushing Irish Spice I neva love a pussy like dis You ah my mista You ah my miss Kill me wid di cocky Kill me wid di tightness And when you a come Whispa someting like dis I can’t stop fuckin you
In all seriousness, all of these lines sound more ridiculous on the second run through.
Hey, cocky nuh play Me will bruk yuh back When yuh come inna mi ramping shop Me will quint it up two time and pop yuh cock When yuh come inna mi ramping shop Me will mek yuh run out a mi house Inna half ah frock When yuh come inna mi ramping shop A gyal eva ride pon it and gi yuh heart attack When yuh come inna mi ramping shop
There are so many ways that this is hella dysfunctional, but I’m just gonna leave that there.
Ah di teacha And ah spice Every man grab a gyal And every gyal grab a man Man to man, gyal to gyal – dats wrong SCORN DEM
Fuck the French! SCORN THEM
All when a night Yuh pussy feel like sun hot When yuh come inna mi ramping shop Mek sure yuh know how fi wuk And nah chat yah ah chat
Ooh, maybe he’ll listen to this advice on the second run through?
Cocky nuh play Mi will bruk yuh back
Ha. Ha. Ha.
When yuh come inna mi ramping shop Mi will quint it up two time and pop yuh cock When yuh come inna mi ramping shop Mi will mek yuh run out a mi house Inna half ah frock When yuh come inna mi ramping shop A gyal eva ride pon it and gi yuh heart attack When yuh come inna mi ramping shop
Thank you, Kartel, for clearly and persuasively presenting all the reasons why I don’t want to visit your “ramping shop”. >lesbianism increases
This is a fairly old post, but I still think about this bit a lot:
>>In case you’re not sure why she explicitly mentions two phones, it’s the third world equivalent of a rap brag. She is so filthy rich that she can afford not just one but *two* cellular phones. Two of them! *Mobile* phones! Bow before her fat stacks, pleb.
And, like, this is a legitimately impressive brag for the target audience. As someone who can see this from both the third world (”Wow, that’s amazing!”) and first world (”…Is that it?”) perspectives, lines like this give me a weird sense of vertigo.<<
I thought about this a lot last summer, when I was routinely running a mobile hotspot on one phone and playing Pokemon Go on a second, and I think about it a lot now that I’m routinely using two smartphones both of which *I personally* own (the hotspot one was borrowed from Mom).
Because the thing is, I use multiple phones *because I’m poor*. Richer people can afford a single device good enough to do everything they want it to do, rather than having to network multiple inadequate phones into one functioning system. (the first phone was too low-spec to run Pokemon Go itself, and the second had no cell plan of any kind, let alone data) Richer people don’t care that owning a second device, if used properly, grants an additional ~$0.50 – $1/day income stream, because $1/day is immaterial to them.
And yes, I understand that at the level of poverty the song assumes, the alternative to multiple inadequate phones is a *single* inadequate phone, and just not doing the things it can’t do. (or *zero* phones, though I gather that’s increasingly less common these days) But I still think it’s interesting that “has a single mobile device” can indicate either “poor” or “rich” depending on context. (And I suspect even richer people wrap around another time and start using multiple mobile devices again: at least, *somebody* has to be buying Kindles or they wouldn’t make them. God knows what the *very* rich people are up to.)
#music #nsfw text #death mention #reply via reblog #Brin owns *two* 2010’s computers now #is the blue I see the same as the blue you see #(close enough) #adventures in human capitalism #this post brought to you by helping a semi-homeless friend research cheap high-data-limit plans to stick into their old hand-me-down iPhone #because they’re not putting down enough roots in any location to get home Internet set up #so mobile data and the occasional public Wi-Fi is all they have #(they too have been learning the joys of mobile hotspots) #the relationship between financial position and phone usage can be very complicated indeed #homophobia
Background radio at work: *opening notes of “Call Me Maybe”*
My brain: “♪ My name is Nietzsche, hello/A sort of nihilist bro/Hey, God is dead, did you know?/What is morality? ♫”
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