[d3v0 lifeblog]

A blog of the newly hedonistic d3vo.

Candidate Songs

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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 CafĂ©.
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



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Also, completely unrelated Permablitz.

Music Snippets

House:
Cascade
Little boot

Dub: casper & rosco

Experiences Under Planning

Call me greedy, but I'll chase these experiences over the next couple of couple of years.

Massage

Got my bookwork to do, a video to watch, some practice and a supplementary practical.

Eating and Drinking
Try almond butter.
Try cashew butter.
Try unpasturised NZ milk.
Take a Barista course with friends, hopefully.
Take the 5 people or more cocktail making course at the Southern Cross..
Thai cooking classes, in Thailand.

Lindy Hop
Swing dancing in Hobart, a small cute and approachable camp.
A second routine at this years Windy Lindy.  Got to start this soon!

Forms of Locomotion
Balooning with Michelle & friends.
Paragliding.
Cross country skiing.

DJing
Play 'out' in 2010.

OK Cupid Online Dating Advice

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Probably good advice from the OK Cupid people. These guys are smart and their lexical analysis seems hard to refute.