Here are three songs that make me want to be stupid in love. They’re mostly cute and full of cliches, and therefore perfect. Be advised that players may take a sec to load. Be also advised that I plan on sharing more songs soon so come back, my lovelies, always come back. Heh. For now: ENJOY. And feel free to share your current favorite music with me! I love discovering new tunes.
“Kiss Me” by Ed Sheeran:
“Sleeping To Dream (Live)” by Jason Mraz:
“Can’t Help Falling In Love (Live)” by Ingrid Michaelson:
If I hold you tonight
I may not let go
“I May Not Let Go” by Peter Bradley Adams
It’s in our voices as we speak, In sentences that we say, In words once beautiful
“The Sound of Beating Wings” by Jeniferever
Been playing this song on repeat for days. Love the band, and not just because they’re Swedish.
Let the image of my face
Pressed up against her face,
And the time that she was mine,
Burn into her mind
“The Curse” by Dream City Film Club
And if you’re homesick
Give me your hand, and I’ll hold it
“People Help the People” by Birdy
And I look up, I look up,
On my knees and out of luck,
I look up
I won’t rot, I won’t rot
Not this mind and not this heart,
I won’t rot
And there will come a time, you’ll see,
With no more tears
“After the Storm” by Mumford and Sons
More Swedish music!
Namely, “I Follow Rivers (The Magician Remix)” by eccentric indie artist Lykke Li. Because I know the huddled masses out there hang on my (the undoubted expert’s) every word for more random tidbits from or about Sweden. /sarcasm
Couldn’t care less about what is essentially damn catchy mainstream radio pop? But then what do you hum to yourself on the subway to drown out the other crazies?
The annual Eurovision Song Contest – formerly and more romantically (i.e. French): Grand Prix Eurovision de la Chanson; held in the country of Azerbaijan this time – is one of those utterly inexplicable, bizarre European things that just keeps living on. Everyone claims they pay no attention to it and then up to 600 million people worldwide make a fun night of it, watching it with friends. Ironically, of course.
In light of this, it is perhaps no surprise that Germany’s entry this year is a sensitive, tattooed, long-lashed 21-year-old hipster that you want to punch in the face for being so damn cliché and then maybe gently stroke his still perfect hair after.