Some oldies goldies, some newbies:
Mohammed Rafi, Shamshad Begum - O Gaadiwale
I watched Mother India (1957) the other week, and now I feel like doing a deepdive into classic bollywood films. How can you make an epic tragedy about poverty, debt and tilling the earth and then have the main characters and a bunch of dancers suddenly break into this song in a field of wheat, without it being corny? I don't know, but they did.
U.S. Girls - Pearly Gates
OMG what a song! Where has this been all my life? In a way it feels like it's always been there; it's that instantly unevadable. Angry, sacrilegious, witty and catchy. This verse about St Peter's sexual misdeeds is just something else:
Peter bragged he was good at pulling out
He always knew the right time to take a bow
He practiced it every single night
It hadn't failed him yet
He'd been doing it a long, long time
And Peter just does whatever Peter likes
David Bowie - It Ain't Easy
Nothing should go back to normal.
When you climb to the top of the mountain
Look out over the sea
Think about the places perhaps, where a young man could be
Then you jump back down to the rooftops
Look out over the town
Think about all of the strange things circulating round
The White Stripes - Girl, You Have No Faith In Medicine
Don't drink bleach. Fill in the waiting time for a vaccine with some Jack White guitarwork.
Nick Drake - Magic
When a tune makes me cry, it ends up on the list. Such are the rules. I've listened to this so many times, but suddenly there comes a time of extra receptiveness. I had just finished one of the last chapters of Selma Lagerlöf's gorgeous debut novel, and was already welling up a bit when Nick's melancholy tale of wonder ambushed me and pushed me over. The world is gorgeous.
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