Hey hey!
This all looks cracking.
My nomination or, as some would have it, choix du semaine for the Uborka Mix CD is Athlete’s ‘We Got The Style’.
I would quote some lyrics, but sizing up the songsheet I would say that the lyrics don’t do the song justice. It’s not about the lyrics. Well, it is.
Obviously.
But it isn’t just the lyrics.
Example:
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah, you got the style
And we got the style
And they got the style
And everybody’s got it
And you got the style
And we got the style
And they got the style
And everybody’s got it
And you got the style
And we got the style
So you see.
It’s about both the lyrics and the music, and I am particularly fond of the synergetic confluence of the two in this particular ditty.
It’s about having the style.
Which you got.
I got no style.
My 4 year old tends to sing this song to himself on an endlass loop.
For those of you wondering, the “style” is the narrow elongated part of the pistil (central organ of a flower containing the ovules) between the ovary and the stigma.
This is a song about living among the flowers, and I think you’re being too harsh on the lyrics.
Maybe they’re playing catch with it?
What beautifully surreal Utopian imagery – playing catch with the sexual organs of flowers.
I will never listen to this song in quite the same way again.
Thank you Doctor.