My favourite not-quite Christmas song. Joni was just on the radio and I realised I’d not heard this song this year yet.
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My favourite not-quite Christmas song. Joni was just on the radio and I realised I’d not heard this song this year yet.
This was played on the radio yesterday morning and as I was dancing round the bathroom brushing my teeth I was especially tickled by the line “when she wind up she bottom, she goes like a rocket” and I found myself singing the line in my head all day.
As a lover of urban nature, I am always thrilled when I see nature softening the edges of our cities. Today I was walking through a tiny urban park on my way to my yoga class and I realised the path was completely obliterated by fallen leaves. And I started singing this song in my head.
I was just about to post this song as an earworm and it came on the radio. Hmmm, am I able to change reality with my imaginings?
We peakin.
I would willingly join this acid house wicker man cult. Where are my robes?
I’ve always had a soft spot for psychedelic soul and this hits the spot very nicely. I have been singing the la la la la bits to myself all week!
(and some lovely joyous natural dancing in the video)
Ah, the strangeness of Liz Fraser’s mostly neologistic lyrics.
In times like these we need to wear some GIANT TROUSERS and have a bit of a (sexy) dance.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A_ulZiob5I0
I LOVE the wonkiness and discord in this song.
D’Angelo provides the groove. MMMMMMMMMMhmmmm!
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