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The return of Everett True | 85. Broncho

The return of Everett True | 85. Broncho
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Sometimes you just choose songs that you know will make you feel good when you listen back to them. The ones that lift your spirits. The ones that deserve words like ‘ebullience’ and ‘infectious’ thrown around in their vicinity. (Here! Quick! Catch! Don’t let it… oh, too late. Ah look. No worries. it bounces.) Sometimes you just want to lose yourself within the beautiful malady, the passion. Sometimes I think that academic motif – “Standing on the shoulders of giants” – is misplaced, misdirected. Pop music glimmers brighter, the more it exists. The more it procreates. I don’t believe in the purity of the blood, in the ascension of the royals. I prefer my music mongrel. Here’s Isaac (no, not that one).

“Christ comes as a thief in the night, & it is not for us to know the times & seasons which God hath put into his own breast.”

Thanks Isaac.

Remember the moonlight, the serious moonlight?

So you didn’t show up
My heart didn’t blow up
I ain’t gonna lose it all tonight
No I’m not gon’ fight it
Totally excited
Just to be here underneath the light

See my heart is going
Like a city never sleeps
And my head is going
Turn it up and blast the blast the beat

(Dancing By Myself – China Anne McClain)

Oh dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
Well there’s nothing to lose
And there’s nothing to prove
I’ll be dancing with myself
(Dancing With Myself – Billy Idol)

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