If you like Carly Rae Jepson's first single, then this will take the cake as well. Every time I hear the song, it takes me to a place of independence, and contentment. 'This Kiss' reminds me of a person during a time in my life.

Why not add your own Log in to add a tag. We do not have any tags for This Kiss lyrics. Where exactly does this guilt come from?Carly Rae Jepsen This Kiss Lyrics Rate These Lyrics 1 Vote Most popular lyric tags. Yet last week, this triumph of camp menace and unselfconscious chutzpah placed sixth on Spotify's 'guiltiest pleasures' list collated from listeners' streaming habits, thus effectively relegating a masterpiece to a canon of 'cheese', of songs only enjoyable through a veneer of self-conscious irony. A vicious, technicolor collision of a glamourous bruiser from Liverpool and three backroom boys with a commendable passion for the most fierce, garish and out-of-order Hi-NRG on the dancefloor as stupid as hell and four times as catchy.

I went out last night Im going out tonight again Anything to capture your attention (your attention) And shes a real sweet girl And you knSpurious notions of 'cool' have warped and buckled over the last thirty or forty years, and guilt has followed in their wake metal bands considered unconscionable by the hipster demi-monde in the 80s and 90s gain kudos either through fashion-mag irony or underground word-of-mouth, while their glorious din resonates at the same velocity regardless. The malign influence that leads to moans of 'manufactured pop', as if the Motown and Brill building scenes that spawned so many timeless classics weren't exactly that.Carly Rae Jepsen - This Kiss Lyrics. The same mentality that leads to spurious talk of 'real' music, and to the bogus impression that a conservative and predictable mainstream rock band like Foo Fighters or Kings Of Leon is somehow more acceptable than a blast of iconoclastic mayhem by Carly Rae Jepsen or Spice Girls. These forces lead to the kind of warped logic that allows Jake Bugg to garner headlines attacking the X Factor as all that's wrong with modern music, as if his brand of luddite gruel isn't just as contrived and joyless as anything it's produced. Call Me, Maybe Lyrics Tug of War Lyrics Sour Candy Lyrics Bucket Lyrics Curiosity Lyrics SongMeanings is Somewhere in the unfortunate morass of personal confusion that looms in the slipstream of an aural epiphany, there are two phantom bogeymen, and their names are 'credibility' and 'authenticity'.

A world, indeed, where the 'guilty pleasure' is a thing of the past, and we can enjoy all these absolute monsters entirely on their own merits, with alacrity. A world where 'cool' means gleaning glory from the racket emanating from the speakers, no matter how primitive, simplistic or shameless. A musical landscape without the eternal ball-and-chain of spurious notions of 'high' and 'low' art.

But 'Method Of Modern Love''s bizarre wooziness, stuttering drums, seemingly upside down central riff вЂ“ and, of course, that primitive chant spelling out the song's title for the chorus вЂ“ made this deceptively unimaginative slab of blue-eyed funk stand out from everything around it. Even their biggest hits, 1981's 'I Can't Go For That' and 1982's 'Maneater', two years previously, had barely bothered me. I have no idea why, seventeen years earlier, when it peaked at 21 in the UK charts, I found this song so compelling. Already by 2001, they were so unrecognisable to most people that Sebastian Coe вЂ“ by then Lord Coe of Ranmore вЂ“ was able to hold up mugshots of the two during Chris Morris' legendary Brass Eye special and claim that they were 'two photographs of the same paedophileвЂќ.

To this Holy Order of Ultimate Bangers one simply must add 'Rasputin'. Tunes that can only come right at the end of DJ sets because they make all other records sound asthmatic. Think of 'Mother Sky' by Can, or 'Digital Love' by Daft Punk. They contain so much magic that other tunes are left looking a bit anaemic in comparison. With all these passions guiding me, can it be any surprise at all that one of my favourite records is Boney M's historical disco odyssey 'Rasputin'?Some records are just unfair. In fact I'd like to add a d) as well in the form of Ruthless Funk.

It's a party, man!) The lyrics, of course, are the most wonderful poetry. Handclaps! Strings! Great choruses of 'Hey's! You can even try doing that cossack dance thing if you like! (It's not advised, but go for your life. Nothing else can even compare. The massive tribal drums and handclaps, the glittery slashes of glam-tastic guitar, the balalaika skipping through the bars like a faun with a massive erection, before - 'Holy shit what the fuck is THAT!?' - a cascade of bass, played with such gusto that it manages to hover right on the edge of timeliness and tunefulness, heralds the arrival of the funk.And what funk! 'Rasputin' is undoubtedly the greatest ever record to dance to.

And I haven't even mentioned the slightly drunk sounding voice over that comes stumbling in around the halfway mark. It bangs like a barn door in a blizzard, soars high like an eagle through the Russian winter and educates even better than any of its spiritual mother country's many epic novels. Into the studio to record 'Rasputin', we must be thankful. What possessed these crazed Europeans to pen an ode to Russia's mystic bogeyman and his thoroughbred libidinous capacities? A man so evil that he could often be found in the Czar's palace rabbit punching his way through a bag of puppies, and so horny that if you left a beef burger on any of the royal home's many splendid kitchen surfaces while looking for some relish in the cupboard he'd have fucked it into paste by the time you turned back.Whatever historical current it was that pushed Boney M.

That, I think, is largely down to the strange, intangible sense of melancholy at the song's heart, an affect far more complex than the strung-out, MDMA-fuelled joy overload of most late 90s/early 2000s 'euphoria' pop-dance. Blaring from radio and MTV around the time of my burgeoning awareness of dance music culture and what came with it, to a teenage mind 'Touch Me' and its accompanying video - hedonistic, romantic yet basically uneventful, something that could be said of most good house parties - hinted towards all sorts of strange and enticing mysteries that would come to be unravelled in time. Mat ColegateI admittedly can't work out whether anyone would consider this a guilty pleasure in the first place ('I have no idea,' shrugged John when this was played in Quietus HQ, 'this just sounds like shit music to me'), but in any case it's emblematic of a certain fondness I've always had for that particular turn-of-the-millennium school of fast, overblown chart trance and Ibiza-aimed house and techno.

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