I've decided that the time I spent blogging will now be spent mostly on new hobbies; if a jar is full you have to take out something old in order to put in something new.
-- I have a partner to do a lindy hop routine with for Windy Lindy in November. She has been away and will be rusty but is naturally strong enough to endure the rigors of learning a routine and dead keen.
Frank Sinatra, I Wish I Was In Love Again. 122 bpm.
The sleepless nights - the daily fights The quick toboggan - when you reach the heights I miss the kisses - and I miss the bites I wish I were in love again
The broken dates - the endless waits The lovely loving - and the hateful hates The conversation - with the flying plates I wish I were in love again
No more pain - no more strain Now I'm sane - but I would rather be Ga-Ga
The pulled out fur - of cat and cur The fine mismating - of a him and her I've learned my lesson - but I wish I were In love again
The furtive sigh - the blackened eye The words: "I love you - 'til the day I die" The self-deception - that believes the lie I wish I were in love again
When love congeals - it soon reveals The faint aroma - of performing seals The double-crossing - of a pair of heels I wish I were in love again
No more care - no despair I'm all there now - but I'd rather be punch-drunk
Believe me sir - I much prefer The classic battle - between a him and her I don't like quiet - and I wish I were In love again
Estelle, American Boy, 117 bpm.
Kanye West:
This a number one champion sound yeah Estelle we ’bout to get down who the hottest in the world right now. Just touched down in London town. Bet they give me a pound. Tell them put the money in my hand right now. Tell the promoter we need more seats, we just sold out all the floor seats
Estelle: Chorus Take me on a trip, I’d like to go some day. Take me to New York, I’d love to see LA. I really want to come kick it with you. You’ll be my American Boy.
He said Hey Sister. It’s really really nice to meet ya. I just met this 5 foot 7 guy who’s just my type. I like the way he’s speaking his confidence is peaking. Don’t like his baggy jeans but Ima like what’s underneath them. And no I ain’t been to MIA I heard that Cali never rains and New York’s heart awaits. First let’s see the west end. I’ll show you to my Bredrin. I’m liking this American Boy. American Boy
Chorus Take me on a trip, I’d like to go some day Take me to New York, I’d love to see LA. I really want to come kick it with you. You’ll be my American Boy, American Boy.
Can we get away this weekend. Take me to Broadway. Let’s go shopping baby then we’ll go to a Café. Let’s go on the subway. Take me to your hood. I neva been to Brooklyn and I’d like to see what’s good. Dressed in all your fancy clothes. Sneaker’s looking Fresh to Death I’m lovin those Shell Toes. Walkin that walk. Talk that slick talk. I’m likin this American Boy. American Boy.
Chorus Take me on a trip, I’d like to go some day. Take me to New York, I’d love to see LA. I really want to come kick it with you. You’ll be my American Boy
Tell ‘em wagwaan blood Kanye West: Who killin em in the UK. Everybody gonna say you K, reluctantly, because most of this press don’t f**k wit me. Estelle once said to me, cool down down don’t act a fool now now. I always act a fool oww oww. Aint nothing new now now. He crazy, I know what ya thinkin. Ribena I know what you’re drinkin. Rap singer. Chain Blinger. Holla at the next chick soon as you’re blinkin. What’s you’re persona. About this Americana rhymer Am I shallow cuz all my clothes designer. Dressed smart like a London Bloke. Before he speak his suit bespoke. And you thought he was cute before. Look at this Pea Coat, Tell me he’s broke. And I know you ain’t into all that. I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit. And there’s something about Gladys Knight and the Pips in there, can’t quite hear it… But I still talk that CAAASH. Cuz a lot WAGs want to hear it. And I’m feelin like Mike at his Baddest. The Pimps at their Gladist. And I know they love it. so to hell with all that rubbish
Estelle: Would you be my love, my love. could be mine would you be my love my love, could be mine Could you be my love, my love. Would you be my American Boy. American Boy
Chorus Take me on a trip, I’d like to go some day Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay. I really want to come kick it with you. You’ll be my American Boy, American Boy.
Koop, Island Blues, 158 bpm.
Hello my love, it's getting cold on this island. I sat alone, I'm so sad on my own. The truth is...we were much too young. Now I'm looking for you, or anyone like you. We said goodbye with a smile on our faces. Now you're alone You're so sad on your own. The truth is we ran out of time. Now you're looking for me, or anyone like me. Nah nah nah... Nah nah nah nah... La la la laa la la. Hello my love, it's getting cold on this island. I sat alone, I'm so sad on my own. The truth is...we were much too young. Now I'm looking for you, or anyone like you
