[END OF YEAR] Hipster Had A Mainstream Baby: Best Pop 2014 (James Kabat and Kavi’s Pop Powers Unite)

[END OF YEAR] Hipster Had A Mainstream Baby: Best Pop 2014 (James Kabat and Kavi’s Pop Powers Unite)

[END OF YEAR] Hipster Had A Mainstream Baby: Best Pop 2014 (James Kabat and Kavi’s Pop Powers Unite)

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The bones of a song are good. Sometimes, even, no matter whose mental vagina it crawled out of. Mainstream does not equal low quality, just so long as all the accouterments of the modern studio  are put to use carving a track to its heart. Not acting like child proofing, saving us from anything offensive,  rooting out all that weird shit of production, and tempering real emotion. Quelle Horreur, all that emotion that didn’t come from a needlessly belted note! That said, there are many ways to make a meal of Mainstream for your ears.   Face value acceptance lets you turn toward a radio friendly track and throw it right on the dancefloor like the sweetest piece of legs to come marching towards your ears that night.  Not that there isn’t a tasty morsel hiding behind the speakers, but you take the date that brought ya and run with life.  Or you’ve got your eye turned to the pit of sad in front of the DJ booth, imagining if only you had a bean bag gun filled with plush Pusheen figurines and a note attached to each saying ‘don’t offend your body. just because it played, doesn’t mean you had to come’.  The bones of that track are good, sure. But the side glance the other way to mainstream is to look at what’s in front of you and imagine more. Imagine what could be.  Take the upstanding, closed-kneed song in front of you, and throw that dark dude that’s been eyeing you into the mix all night. Make a polyamorous night of it. Melting pot magic.

Both of these approaches get your hands up in the air, on her hips.  And both of these methods for selecting the best mainstream pop of 2014 are in play here. Senior Editor Kavi imagines a very different mainstream, where dark pop wunderkinds dance with the cool kids; and the bones may be good, but breaking those hips and walking wobbly may be the only way you’ll fit in through that bizarro door to  a track’s emotion. On the flip side, House correspondent, James Kabat sees the value of an earnest face, titillating his toes into action by the way the music touches him so forthright, so unassuming. 10 tracks a piece. Ready. Set. Let’s watch hipster make a mainstream baby.
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10. SIA//  BIG GIRLS CRY (ODESZA REMIX)
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‘Cos I’m
On my own

We don’t need to get verbose to make a baby. Sometimes we carve one out of a sliver of our rib. So long that that rib is real you. Solid. I’ve got kneecaps floating towards my stomach, metacarpals from my feet reappearing on my cheek, eyelashes masquerading as chest hair: most days I’m barely keeping it together. I can’t keep my legs in front of me, let alone over my head. Throw into that the tome of Gray’s Anatomy that is your emotional world and all the times you asked me to read it before taking this mélange-of-most-certainly-fucked-up in your line of sight, approaching the foot of the bed placed right in front of your feet–sigh. I run out of breath before I can locate my lung dangling outside my left ear. All this emotion etched into words my ears must hear feels like you’re giving me a seventh nose; and I’m pretty sure I’m only supposed to have six.

Sia says a whole lot of extra, but none of it is any different to what ODESZA zones in here on: I’m on my own. ODESZA takes the beating heart of the song and makes it thump beneath the rubble of ribs. I can find it by letting my ears sniff the air like hound dogs. If only you’d shut the fuck up. I want to hear you. But I’m on my own. I don’t have the liberty to let a loquacious tongue run wild in my mouth cavern. I’m too busy fishing out my femur. Walking is my focus, not romance. So make love to the truth of my touch on your thigh. Know that if I’m not talking, it’s because I want to feel. And I don’t care if my eye is hanging out under my palm, I’ll always focus it on you for that smile that says ‘I get that you’re trying. My love is realist, and your heart is surrealist muscle combusting in the microwave.’

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9. LADY GAGA//  G.U.Y. (LOVELIFE REMIX)
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I don’t need to be on top to know I’m worth it
I’m strong enough to know the truth

I might submit to you; but if you think it’s because the backbone that leads from my spirit, down my spine out through my cock is weak, then I’m apt to say ‘fuck it’ to everything about you, including each one of your four orifices. I count your sinkhole of a mouth and whistling prairie of a mind. Clearly instructions for empathy weren’t glued to your heart, nor training manuals taped to the roof of your mouth on writing the worth of others through words. You wail for me to say ‘Yes, Sir’ but it’s not all whips in this world of ‘whose on top‘? Submission is strength. It’s laying it all out there and saying ‘look! look what you get to be master of‘.

I’ll run a reel of my best features on the stumble over to the bed, tantalizing you with the Tower of Babel inside me. I speak all the languages inside me; and when I let you enter me, so do you. Why, after all, would you want to conquer a sack of potatoes in the sack? I’ve got battalions running up along my arm hair, Rosie the Riveter fingers, and swords poised to slice my own heart then let anyone fuck with it. I’m hardcore warrior when in the airspace of just about everyone. Except you, right now. Fuck your masculinist mindset, I don’t need to be on top to know I have a forte for forcing off anything that devalues me.

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8. MAROON 5//  ANIMALS (GRYFFIN REMIX)
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I can still hear you making that sound
Taking me down rolling on the ground

Eat or be eaten. Not kiss or…what exactly? The way we speak about love is always bits of ifs. We’ll sees. So long as you don’t dies. Love sees the language of of a world run by paint by numbers logic as simple as 1, 2 (yes, no) like a fucking fatwa against it. We don’t confine love into barbed wire fences that have only one way in and out. Turn about, have a fit, and you’ll tear your triceps to shreds. No climbing out then. We don’t put love into a world where the two superpowers of yes and no sit on their thrones and demand obeisance for anyone that lands on maybe. Because love is not survival. Do you love me? I don’t know. I don’t fucking care. I’m not going to die if you don’t. Love isn’t in absolutes because it’s a feint move in the boxing ring. Turn the wrong way and you’ll eat your foes’ fist. Not a shout to watch out from it ever. It’s fickle, like errant teenage hands that moved to today’s fifteenth selfie instead of holding them in front of you, forcing the fight off the front of your face. It’s not unconditional, unlike shoveling more than the sound of food down your throat to see tomorrow.

So when love becomes life or death, when taking my thigh off your bed is akin to sinking my teeth in your femoral artery, I remember why it’s never something I’m like ‘fuck yeah’ about. Don’t fight for me. Is it chivalrous to treat my feelings to flee like farts in bed? Ignore that shit. Hunt me down and I’ll get you guerilla style. I’ve got all these years of being a ghost heart. I walk quieter in the forest than you do with your need to gasp all the time because you made love like the air you breathe. And you shout ‘fuck you’ at squirrels fucking in the trees because they don’t understand romance. It’s your way of claiming your fiefdom. Your way of making love a maxim. Eat or be eaten. Love or be eaten.

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7. SHAKIRA//  EMPIRE (NEVER FELT SO GOOD REMIX)
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Take off all of your skin
I’m brave when you are free
Shake off all of your sins
And give them to me

Intimacy is that dark little motherfucker of a stalker I have skulking around my heart. Every once in awhile it jumps out of the shadows, holds out a hand and says ‘I wanna be your hero’. And I tell it to fuck off, that I rule an empire and really ‘Could you teach me how just to bump against another one without guns ablazing? kk thanks. Intimacy is a deliberate thing. Stripping down your body to bareness is a process. You choose it to happen. Which is why when people say ‘love, oh, it just happened to me’ it pisses me off. You’re a fucking liar.

No one’s some goddamn damsel; and if you’re so powerless to some emotion that’s just pitiable, not romantic. You don’t fall into love just like you don’t fall into someone’s hole. It’s totally rapey to talk about intimacy as something that blew you up because a person’s presence passed into your life. Either you sent out the diplomatic signals, threw it down into the undercurrents of NSA wiretaps—point is, the world knows, someone knows. Deliberateness, like the stars making love to the universe is ok; but 180 personality turned on the dime of new dick is just a sad, conquering affair.

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6. BEYONCÉ//  DRUNK IN LOVE (DIPLO REMIX)
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I get filthy when that liquor get into me
I’ve been thinking, I’ve been thinking

So sometimes I want to be lost. Wander after me and.no.fucking.for.you. Don’t worry, I’ll get lost with you, too.  Another time. Another way. I’ll force feed maps into the fire I feel for you. 7pm dances digitally across my iris and  I know I’m safe.The sun already shot past me and no one can make heads or tails of anything I am, so I’m free to make my way about.   It’s 7/11 and then yours. I’ve got the Hong Thong whiskey, you’ve turned on the Almodovar films we’ll never make it through. His is one of the few worlds I find a home in, but we’ll find a world of our own at the bottom of this bottle. And I pick it up and stare at you through it. You’re fifty shades of fucking distorted and my eye is fifteen times its size over where you’re sitting.  This bottle is my periscope and you’re just an island I want to plunk my anchor down in for the night. I don’t even know where the fuck you are on the map. I’ll never find my way back.

Use the bottle yourself, though, and all you’ll get is a kaleidoscope of unfeeling. You got to see a bigger eye. At least you can see at least just a little bit more inside of me. There’s never an invitation to chart my waters. I don’t really want to take you to me. Outside this apartment you know me different.  Seriously, dude, don’t make your dick cry tears of sombre poetics for the other me you know.  Don’t take this choleric fuckwad of a person as truth, it’s just the pieces that were left when I lost me. Why do you think I wander? I’m gonna find me eventually.  But being found is not why I have people. You don’t know who you’re looking for. Fuck being found. And tonight we feel air like its fresh push inside our mouths when my face fumbles towards yours. But goddammit, man, don’t fill my mouth with the heaves of your words and worry. It makes kisses the official language for shut the fuck up and I can’t really handle that.

I’ll show you the real me. But  I only know how to get there 3 shots back from ‘wait, did I down that?’ If you want to see me smile, don’t Bataan death march me through my mind. Let’s wake up in the kitchen–pancakes stuck to my buttcheek, a chocolate milk moustache still on your lips from all the times I wanted to feel myself on you, in you.

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5. PHARELL WILLIAMS// HAPPY (THE SHOES REMIX)
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Clap along if you know what happiness is to you
Well, I should probably warn you I’ll be just fine,
No offense to you, don’t waste your time
Because I’m happy

Be positive. Fuck you. Be an optimist. What the fuck do you think I am?  You don’t carry shreds of yourself alive through regularly scheduled Sunday programming of Iowa Jima in your living room without some innate belief that shit will get better.  You have to believe you can walk through the carnage unscathed. Otherwise you trip on some skull and then it’s down you go there in the graveyard too.  I had years where even Jesus would fly down, take me for a tumbler of wine and say ‘dude, you don’t have to believe it’s all going to turn around. It’s insane to think your ass is anything but the Titanic’. It’s not logical for me to have made it through, to end each night etching ‘one more night’ in my wrists without fail. But, for the record, I don’t think even that  makes an optimist.  Always the ones who had cheerleaders die inside their rectum in a past life who try to ‘ra ra ra’ away your resistance to feeling untruth. You don’t know what it means to be happy. You shoot serotonin out your morning wood and call yourself self-actualized.  Savage brain chemistry isn’t a sea you swim in.

Happiness is just something you do, because what else really is there? In your pop psychology paradise,  you’re either positive or you’re negative.  Ah, mix glass into your Wheaties please.  Just the bloody boost you need.  Anytime someone tells me to ‘be happy’ I shoot one warning flare out my eye.  Again, and I’ll lay siege to the day.  I’ll walk off. If it’s your wedding I’ll wish for a speedy divorce (ah, not really: I’ll just fuck the best man in the bathroom). I fought for every bit of happiness I have, and when I feel it I know exactly why. But much like the original version of this song, I don’t want to simulate the feeling. Don’t manipulate what I’m supposed to feel with your hooks, synths, and demands to goosestep your way to the Kingdom of Caring.  The only Care Bears  in my world hang from spikes along the highway:  plush declarations that in my world, happiness is something we feel only when it’s right. Don’t fake happiness, don’t devalue it with your inability to dance in the darkness. It’s about as sinful as faking orgasm. They’re two of the best things in life, yo.

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4. LANA DEL REY// ULTRAVIOLENCE (DATSIK REMIX)
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‘Cause I was filled with poison
But blessed with beauty and rage
This is ultraviolence
I can hear sirens, sirens
He hit me and it felt like a kiss

My temper tortures me. I need anger. If life takes a bayonet and bashes it through my bicep at breakfast, it’s really only me I’ve got to shout ‘what the fuck, mate?’ I fight my own wars.  I got to hold my weapon. I need both arms, you asshole. I used to run a military dictatorship over a hefty fleet of one general who liked to flee when life demanded a defense. Shooting on sight of danger has given my heart quick hands and the trail of blood could only be washed clean over an ocean. So, I learned to stand my ground and make myself known through volume. Noise is violence for me. Yelling is a bomb.

When hairs on my balls was just a fantasy, the shitty soprano that shot from me crash landed three centimeters from my mouth. I had no voice. I had no power. And I watched the booming bass of my father’s baritone become like the shot heard around the world. Yelling was a shock and awe campaign until everyone’s heart felt like Baghdad. But it works and so I battle with it every time I fear losing everything. Which is all the time. My temper, my voice: they’ve become ultraviolence. I crafted a culture of violence to protect myself and now I exist in hypervigilance without halt. I’m anxious. Sometimes I think I shout because I can’t tell a kiss on the cheek from a left hook to the jaw.

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3. BASTILLE// OBLIVION (SLINGER REMIX)
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When you’re in my arms
But you’ve gone somewhere deeper.
When oblivion is calling out your name,
You always take it further than I ever can.
Are you going to age with grace?
Are you going to leave a path to trace?

I can’t say I can be held. I sat, after all in the basement with the c4 on my lap and smiled as it exploded, as it shot me 11,000 kilometres over the Pacific Ocean out of America, into the dark wunderland in search of my fellow dark wunderkind. Sure, people threw in their own dynamite sticks as parting shots, but I wanted to combust. I took the match and lit on my thigh while your cumshot was still drying three centimetres away. I make a lot of mistakes. They take me out of your arms, into my head, into the oblivion. It frightens the fuck out of you where I go. But I got to take it there–I have no patience for those who settle. I get my life is one untraceable path, but you’re not asking me to respect you; so I don’t ask you to come. You wouldn’t like it anyways. That I live for those moments where my heart is beating so hard my aorta is kicking at my front teeth, begging to be let out.

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2. CHRISTINA PERRI// HUMAN (PASSION PIT REMIX)
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I can hold my breath
I can hold the weight of worlds
I can stay awake for days
If that’s what you want
I can do it
But I’m only human
And I bleed when I fall down

I’ve been a hundred other things than human. A rascal, vermin you unceremoniously sweep out your house, that tiger about to maul you. I can’t say I expect to be treated like a bag of living skin that houses organs which bruise, but ‘hello’ is also not a word I teach visitors to myself. A kick to the face is the way the world  and I greet each other in meatspace.  I can’t say I expect better, but I don’t give anyone the privilege either. The amount of years it took me to admit I breathe air, that I walk not just on the paths of my mind but on roads which cross your path, is the only sadness I’ve known that never ceases nicking my neurons with the sharpness of feeling that won’t fucking go away. I spent my entire youth breaking mirrors to get myself to go away. I’d watch shards shatter, get stuck in skin swimming in blood that leads down fingers and into a hand that can caress or punch. I was just dollar store glass that dared to show you I exist by standing next to you.

But I wasn’t an apparition. I could be seen. You could see me. I was just in your way. I was just shattered shards you picked out of your clenched finger mace as you barreled through towards people that mattered. I didn’t say anything, because what the fuck was a voice? I spent an entire year learning to look in the whites of eyes, because the white of the floor tile was as high as my vision went until I was 16. Becoming human was an endeavour. Is an endeavour. I never expect better. I spend life wandering, only reaching chaos around others. I don’t know if my aura is dynamite or what. But I’m only human. I am human. And sometimes I fall. It’d be nice not to stumble into a hurricane of fists some time.

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1. ED SHEERAN// BLOODSTREAM (KICKS N LICKS REMIX)
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This is how it ends,
I feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream.
Fading out again
So tell me when it kicks in

I’m all about the forgetting. Chemicals take some people to places that breaks them down, busts their bones and paints them in their own blood on walls like graffiti. But me, I sit on the hotel bathroom counter crosslegged, alone. You’re in the other room but all I need is right here. To be right here watching my pupils to knock their legs and outgrow my eyes like some rampant puberty. I grow, suddenly. My bloodstream takes me out of my stream of thoughts, out of the bloody river Kwai of woe I swim in and into a stream of consciousness that filters my veins unfettered by fuckery. And you say, ‘tell me when it kicks in.’ And I open the door, and say ‘I’m coming’ and walk out into 18 hours of exploratory madness via your navel.

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END OF KAVI. ONWARDS.
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AND NOW WE BRING YOU A WHOLE OTHER VOICE.
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10. TOVE LO // (HABITS ) STAY HIGH (HIPPIE SABOTAGE REMIX)
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You’re gone and I got to stay
High, all the time to keep you off my mind

This year immediately started off in the worst way possible. Ingesting evil substances in the back of a VIP room with people whose faces are familiar mostly from late night partying and thinking that I was having the time of my life while my conscience was knocking at the door to my heart was not how I imagined I would start the new year. But I couldn’t help myself, I was here and thinking that I was supposed to party like a rock star and this was what rock star partying was all about. Yes, the way I was living my life was a problem but there was a reason: I was in pain. I was in pain and I was masking it. I knew I wouldn’t be here forever, but I didn’t see a solution either. The pain was real and I missed the one I truly love but I was not dealing with it correctly. The pain was real, it was raw, and anything but pretty.

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9. KATY B // CRYING FOR NO REASON
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Crying for no reason ’cause I buried it deep
I made promises I could not keep
‘Cause I never faced all the pain I caused
Now the pain is hitting me full force

I would walk around with the confidence of a rapper. Yeah, I know people, people know me, I go where I want and when I want and I’m living the life! Fuck yeah! So why am I crying on the way home every night? Why is there so much pain and suffering underneath all the façade? The truth is, I know the reason but I don’t want to face it. I am sorry, though, I need redemption. I’m sorry I’ve hurt the ones I love the most and I’m sorry that I’ve allowed myself to suffer this much for nothing. Perhaps there’s a light somewhere, but I haven’t hit bottom yet, the worst is not over. The sadness continues…

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8. ROBYN & ROYKSOPP // DO IT AGAIN
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One more time
Let’s do it again
Blow my mind
Do it again
And then we rise from moment we fall
The anticipation, you know it’s like um-um-um
Wait for it, wait for the build up
And then let’s do it again

The real fucked up part about addiction of any sort is that there’s a part of you that loves it and enjoys it. Unless you learn to cut off what’s feeding off of whatever “drug” you’re on you will not be able to stop. I remember when at times, reality would flash right in front of my eyes quite often right in the middle of the act. What the hell am I doing?! This isn’t me! Why am I here?! Who am I becoming?! And in spite of the shock of reality, I’m still here. I’m lying to myself but let’s do it again. Let’s mask the pain and the truth and give in to the quick fix. You’re so engaged in it you believe that you actually love it, even though deep down inside you hate every minute. It’s not beautiful, but you almost think it is and then… you do it again!

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7. SIA // CHANDELIER
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I’m gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier
I’m gonna live like tomorrow doesn’t exist
Like it doesn’t exist

You know you always have a choice. You can interpret a song in a positive way or a negative one. You can continue to mask the pain and delay dealing with the problem or you can deal with it and begin the healing process. Yeah, you’re going to fuck up but you know what?! How are you going to succeed if you never try? I’m just going to go out on a limb here. Fuck everything! I don’t have to live this way.

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6. KYLIE MINOGUE // I WAS GONNA CANCEL
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I was gonna cancel
Then you reminded me of who I am
Who cares what you know
Don’t let that in the way no way
Shut out all the doubt

How did I know that this would be my favorite song from the album before I even heard it? How is it that they lyrics precisely capture how I felt and continue to feel? Is it coincidence that this came out on my birthday and it’s only by my favorite pop star ever?! I’m not sure, maybe I shouldn’t read that much into it, but perhaps no other track this year described my personal turning point as much as this one.

I remember now. I remember how you made me feel and how you inspired me to be the best. You told me not to listen to the lies in my head, you said they weren’t true. I didn’t understand it as well back then. Maybe I had to fall real hard to see that the person I truly am is the one you always knew and believed me to be. I know Kylie isn’t your cup of tea, but she speaks to me. Her energy and delivery capture a part of me and I get her, maybe sometimes when no one else does. “What’s wrong with love?” Nothing! Love is the answer! It always was. I remember now. I remember.

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5. TAYLOR SWIFT // SHAKE IT OFF
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Heart-breakers gonna break, break, break, break, break
And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake
Baby, I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake it off, I shake it off

Yeah, shit is going to hit you in the face sometimes; it’s part of life. You either allow it to stick and wear its stench or you wash it off and move on. It doesn’t matter about what “they” are doing. It’s never about “them” and it’s always about you! Stop occupying your mind with worry of what everyone else is doing. Worry about yourself. Worry about how you perceive yourself and seek to find the reasons why you continue doing things that are negative. You know what? Throw out everything you know. You already know the answer so just stop. Stop existing in the state you’re in! Allow the light to come in, ask for forgiveness, pray and let the master do His work! You’ve been here before, don’t doubt yourself. Happiness is not that far away. It’s closer than you think!

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4. NICO AND VINZ // AM I WRONG?
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Am I wrong for thinking out the box from where I stay?
Am I wrong for saying that I choose another way?
But that’s just how I feel,
That’s just how I feel
That’s just how I feel
Trying to reach the things that I can’t see

It’s time I took a stance and stood up against all of the bullshit. I’ve had enough of all the lies, pain, self-abuse, and spiritual torture! It’s time I stopped caring what the world is doing and where the world is heading and started to do what’s right no matter what anyone says or thinks! Am I wrong? Fuck no! If I am the last person standing and going against the crowd then let it be. I know in my heart I am on the correct journey. The scars are healing. The light is shining. Don’t look back. You are not alone.

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3. JESSIE WARE // SAY YOU LOVE ME
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‘Cause I don’t wanna fall in love
If you don’t wanna try,
But all that I’ve been thinking of
Is maybe that you might
Baby it looks as though we’re running out of words to say
And love’s floating away

Perhaps at first glance this appeals to me so much because her voice and delivery are like love washing over me. It is soothing, comforting, healing, and simply perfect.
Yes, I’m finally ready for your love. I don’t want anything half-ass. It’s all or nothing. Maybe the battle is not between you and I, it’s within me, but it doesn’t matter anymore. No more second guessing myself. I’m ready and I know it now.

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2. COLDPLAY // A SKY FULL OF STARS
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‘Cause you’re a sky, ’cause you’re a sky full of stars
I’m gonna give you my heart
‘Cause you’re a sky, ’cause you’re a sky full of stars
‘Cause you light up the path
I don’t care, go on and tear me apart
I don’t care if you do, ooh
‘Cause in a sky, ’cause in a sky full of stars
I think I saw you

The happiness I feel now is incomparable. My heart is yours. I am forever yours. Yes, this love will take sacrifice, but I don’t care anymore. I can’t allow that to stop me from getting to you anymore. You are the light, you have shown me the path and I will follow you till the end. I see you now. You are the sun, the moon and the stars. You are my everything. Keep lighting the path for me.

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1. KIESZA // HIDEAWAY
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Taking me higher than I’ve ever been before
I’m holding it back, just want to shout out, give me more
You’re just a hideaway, you’re just a feeling
You let my heart escape beyond the meaning
Not even I can find a way to stop the storm
Oh, baby, it’s out of my control, what’s going on?
But you’re just a chance I take to keep on dreaming
You’re just another day that keeps me breathing

So this is what happiness feels like. If happiness with you is a song then this is it. The way you make me feel is indescribable. You are the one in whom I can live in and you live within me. What you do to me is a high unlike any other and nothing else comes close. You heal me, you wash me, and you make me feel safe. You make my dreams come true and you give me life. Sometimes it’s overwhelming but it feels so good. Never thought I’d be here again, but hey, I don’t know anything, all I know is that you are the answer. Keep taking me higher. Let’s keep going. Take me with you and I don’t care about anything else.

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LOVE YOURSELF.
LOVE THE MUSIC YOU PUT INTO YOUR EARS.
NO MATTER WHERE IT FUCKING COMES FROM.
THANK YOU FOR READING.

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Kavi Senior Editor. Currently based in Bangkok. I review dark indietronica/pop with my signature style of delving into the sexuality, sensuality and emotionality of every song. If you'd like me to premiere your track, contact me at the email below or at soundcloud.com/discordbeing