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sorcyressHalf-Naked Thursdays almost never actually come on a Thursday. They also don't focus on physical half-nakedness, preferring emotional. Though I suppose I could be convinced...
So they're not the most inspired of lyrics. It's Kylie Minogue1, okay, she's a pop star, her job isn't to write inspired lyrics, it's to be bouncy and fun and probably a little sexy, all of which she does.
But when my brain bottoms out, and I find myself asking questions that no stable adult should ever have to ask a friend, been there or not2, when I find myself crying, and reinforcing the tears and the pain, when I find myself desperate for an escape and finally blesséd finally my better self steps in and orders me to dance, at that point?
Best lyrics in the world. Anything to bop along to as I flail like an idiot in the one corner of the basement that's always kept clear, because sometimes it is nice to know you share the same defense mechanisms as those who share your blood.
And I came back upstairs, and caught glimpse in a mirror, and saw...well, this really.
The red of my cheeks, my eyes, my nose, all that's from the crying. And the smile?
Well, it's impossible for me to hate myself while I dance.
It's all I want to do, just let me dance.
~Sor
MOOP!
1: Technically it's DJs From Mars, remixing Kylie Minogue and Blink-182. I went and listened to the original of All The Lovers eventually, just to, you know, do it, but yeah. The remix is that little bit faster and bouncier and poppier, and it's *perfect!*
2: I almost asked livejournal, but I don't tell *all* my secrets. Hell, this might even be a thing that a fair number of you don't know you don't know about me3.
3: Inspired by something Sparr said a while back, that he expected there weren't very many things about me that he didn't know he didn't know. Which seems...scarily accurate. Since then, I've been rolling in my brain the differences between things I know about my friends, and don't know, and do or don't know I don't know.
Dance
It's all I want to do, why won't you dance
I'm standing here with you, why won't you move?
Even if it throws you to the fire (fire, fire, fire)
It hurts
It's all I want to do, so won't you dance?
I'm standing here with you, why won't you move?
Even if it throws you to the fire (fire, fire, fire, fire...)
So they're not the most inspired of lyrics. It's Kylie Minogue1, okay, she's a pop star, her job isn't to write inspired lyrics, it's to be bouncy and fun and probably a little sexy, all of which she does.
But when my brain bottoms out, and I find myself asking questions that no stable adult should ever have to ask a friend, been there or not2, when I find myself crying, and reinforcing the tears and the pain, when I find myself desperate for an escape and finally blesséd finally my better self steps in and orders me to dance, at that point?
Best lyrics in the world. Anything to bop along to as I flail like an idiot in the one corner of the basement that's always kept clear, because sometimes it is nice to know you share the same defense mechanisms as those who share your blood.
And I came back upstairs, and caught glimpse in a mirror, and saw...well, this really.
The red of my cheeks, my eyes, my nose, all that's from the crying. And the smile?
Well, it's impossible for me to hate myself while I dance.
It's all I want to do, just let me dance.
~Sor
MOOP!
1: Technically it's DJs From Mars, remixing Kylie Minogue and Blink-182. I went and listened to the original of All The Lovers eventually, just to, you know, do it, but yeah. The remix is that little bit faster and bouncier and poppier, and it's *perfect!*
2: I almost asked livejournal, but I don't tell *all* my secrets. Hell, this might even be a thing that a fair number of you don't know you don't know about me3.
3: Inspired by something Sparr said a while back, that he expected there weren't very many things about me that he didn't know he didn't know. Which seems...scarily accurate. Since then, I've been rolling in my brain the differences between things I know about my friends, and don't know, and do or don't know I don't know.