Thursday, February 25, 2010


everytime i hear this song i get so excited, but as i start to sing along i hate myself for loving it. this is a perfect example of how pop music is perfectly quantified and meticulously put together to strip the listeners of the choice to enjoy a song, instead it's like MSG or high fructose corn syrup, our brain triggers for us to like least that's what i like to tell myself, because the lyrics of this song make me feel so guilty for loving oh, so much.

...but he does have some killer dance moves...we may have the next usher raymond on our hands...

1 comment:

Angela said...

i KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN! the original (imogen heap) has always been my favorite. but THIS. love/hate. yup.