And it's been a long time since before I've been touched
Now I'm getting touched all the time
And it's only a matter of whom
And it's only a matter of when
An addiction to hands and feet
There's a meat market down the street
The boys and girls watch each other eat
When they really just wanna watch
each other sleep
A shuffle ride on an iPod is a funny thing. I haven't heard this Regina Spektor song for ages. Which has led to two things; I will dedicate my night to listening to all her albums again, and of course, can I relate to those lyrics?
I'm not really sure where I'm going with this really. I could either ponder over how it seems so far away when the slightest touch felt like the world was shaking or just go down with that Oceana is officially the worst meat market int the world. Or maybe just once and for all confirm that meat market(ing?) is an interesting phenomenon?
Actually, now that I think about it, I'm just gonna leave it.
Instead, take a look at this Herbie Hancock collaboration. Pretty good reinventing by Aguilera, going from Dirrty in a flooded warehouse to Diva at the Grammy's.