Crooked Fingers: Andalucia

I really can’t seem to shake this song. I’m sharing it here, in the off chance that when it gets stuck in your brain… perhaps it will release its death grip on my brain.
I really can’t seem to shake this song. I’m sharing it here, in the off chance that when it gets stuck in your brain… perhaps it will release its death grip on my brain.
“Cold ways kill cool lovers
Strange way we love to suffer
Why won’t you fall back in love with me
There ain’t no way we’re gonna find another
The way we sleep all summer
So why won’t you fall back in love with me”
“Thank God
Thank God for making a Hell
Thank God for making a place full of fire
And greedy-ass liars
Where I’m just like everyone else
Thank God for Hell”
“Who knows what time is gonna do
All?I ?know? is the simple?truth
I like watching?the days go by with you”
“Kissing babies
I’m alive but I’m dead inside
Burying my face against the wall
Silent scathing smile
The family planning aisle
I can feel my sanity dissolve”
A little nostalgia, I think. Hearing it definitely reminds me of Chicago at the turn of the millenium.
The really interesting thing for me: I somehow managed to never hear the original version from Trainor. Instead, my first introduction to this song was Davis’ version. So it’s her voice and her take that I hear, whenever this song comes up.
“Tastes like Skittles with a cigarette
Break me off a piece of something you’ll regret
And if only I’d known, I’d have taken the road less sugar-coated”
I recently was reminded of the band Smallpools, and how much I liked their song “Dreaming.” I revisited the album this song appears on, and found myself also listening to “Killer Whales” on a loop.
“I went to the doctor, guess what he told me
Guess what he told me
He said, ‘Girl you better try to have fun, no matter what you do’
But he’s a fool”
There was a feeling that it wasn’t me who was shoving the song in everyone’s face, it was the rest of the world, and I was kind of like, “It’s okay! You don’t have to play my song so much! Play some other songs! We can listen to different music!” I’d show up at commercial music stations and they’d be like, “The star has arrived!” And I’d be like, “I’d like to hear some other music, please.”
“What a sophisticated space
What a well educated population
What socialite would go donate
What it takes to own this place for sixty days”
“I’ve called Persephone
by the name purse-a-phone
Greek goddesses aren’t what
you grab when leaving home”
Breaking down on my birthday
Zero to sixty by Thursday
Really should have fixed my rear view
I backed into my teacher at the drive thru
Now she’s so banged up but I just can’t lie
I’m not sure what the proper genre would be for this music. I’ve heard hints of Dr. Dog here and there, but I’m not sure if that’s accurate. It’s pop for sure, but there’s something about these songs that really just reel you in.