Monday, December 17, 2012

Top 10 Songs

·         “Let It Be” The Beatles
·         “I Will Wait” Mumford and Sons
·          “Skinny Love” Bon Iver
·          “I Dreamed A Dream” Les Mis
·          “Smells Like Teen Spirit” Nirvana
·          “Waves” Lions Lions
·         “Some Nights” Fun.
·          “Defying Gravity” Wicked
·         “Like A Rolling Stone” Bob Dylan
·         “One Love” Bob Marley

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Friday, November 2, 2012

The Indie Queens Are Waiting

Utilizing a slow tempo and uncomfortable pauses in "The Indie Queens Are Waiting", Dan Mangan uses dual characterization, depressing imagery, and a sincere, intimate narrative to convey his tragically hopeful tone that he has been “kinda hoping and always watching for a reaction.”
            Casually going to a favorite dinner of his, Mangan stumbles upon an encounter with girl who he loves, but is not dating anymore. The listener can easily feel how awkward this moment is, because the song completely pauses upon seeing her. They are both obviously interested in each other still, and ask themselves “are we cool now?” They watch each other, and have the same thoughts about each other. But, unfortunately, they both think if they bring it up, whatever ‘it’ may be, it would just make the other upset, just like they did before their breakup. They are so in love, but have no idea how the other feels, they want to make up, but neither knows if they can talk to each other about it, because they don’t fully know if they are “cool now.”
            The listener can picture this all happening in a small little city, perhaps in the winter (everything is sadder in the bitter cold of winter). And, as they walk through their city, they encounter not just each other, but they reminisce of the love they had together.  It is all so dreary, so sorrowful; the lighting in the dinner is probably dim as they see each other. One can see it all unfold when Mangan takes a pause seeing her for the first time in what seems like too long. In the beginning when he says “Down the road and to the right hand side, there’s a place I sometimes like to dine” it almost seems like the song wasn’t even going to be about her, but maybe just about the day he was having or that little dinner, but while looking at all the cups of coffee his eyes find her, and it all comes back, she becomes his muse, she becomes the subject. She inspires him to convey his thoughts though this song and thus allowing him to deal with all this pain.
            Making this song a duet made it even more powerful, it allowed the listener to know the identical thoughts of both, without them knowing how the other feels. And, it really just makes the whole thing even sadder for the listener, because you just want them to suck it up, and apologize to each other, but they are just too scared. By having the song be a duet, it also allows the listener to really see how in love they are, because they both say the exact same thing. They do not point their fingers at each other, in fact, they are quick to blame themselves when they say “I know that I was poking, and sort of prodding”.
             This song shows how truly sad it is to still be in love when you think the one you love doesn’t love you in return in the most tragic way; it is intimate and personal. They know their “days are numbered”, and they don’t want to waste any time being apart, but they don’t know where they stand to the other while we as listeners do. They watch each other wondering if the other is “watching or just waiting to see” if they are “cool now”.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

"Serial Killer" Lana Del Rey


Shifting from a loving to a careless undertone in “Serial Killer”, Lana Del Rey uses alluring similes and metaphors, addictive characterization, and sultry imagery to convey that she loves “just a little too much”.
Lana starts off discussing how she wants to fall in love, but she doesn’t seem to mind who with by saying “Wish I may, wish I might, find my one true love tonight. Do you think that he could be you?” She is determined to find love, she’s “on the warpath”, this characterization seems almost obsessive with one person, but really, she isn’t on the warpath for a man, she’s on the warpath for the feeling of love itself, for the feeling of being wanted. Also, she doesn’t stay with one man for long, she even states “Wanna play you like a Game Boy, what’s the thrill with the same toy?” She finds that the thrill with being in love, being with someone, wears off, and isn’t really worth any of it anymore. She loves a lot in the beginning, but after awhile, the flame wears off, and she’s on to the next addictive feeling she finds in love “watching them fall one by one, they fight”.
The use of similes and metaphors in this song is limited, but strong. Lana uses such devices to portray what she is like before things turn to muck. She is “like a light” luring guys in. She shows she has the power to make anyone fall in love with her, make them feel like they are in control, when really she picked him, not the other way around. She’s like a candle dancing in darkness, she is making you drawn to her, luring you in for her next kill, after all she is a “sweet serial killer”.
Lana is obsessed with love, and she’d do anything to be in a relationship. She uses sultry imagery so one can almost imagine her trying to reel in a guy, such as “Sneak up on you, really quiet, whisper "Am I what your heart desires?" I could be your ingenue.” One can picture her trying to get a guy by being somewhat of a slut, it’s all part of her game. She knows what she wants, and she knows how to get it, and she conveys it throughout the song.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Preview 1st Song Analysis: "Serial Killer" Lana Del Rey

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Wish I may, wish I might
Find my one true love tonight.
Do you think that he could be you?
If I pray really tight,
Get into a fake bar fight,
While I'm walking down the avenue.
If I lay really quiet,
I know that what I do isn't right,
I can't stop what I love to do.
So I murder love in the night,
Watching them fall one by one they fight,
Do you think you'll
Love me too, ooh, ooh?

Baby, I'm a sociopath,
Sweet serial killer.
On the warpath,
'Cause I love you
Just a little too much.
I love you just
A little too much.
(Much, much, much).
You can see me
Drinking cherry cola,
Sweet serial killer.
I left a love note,
Said you know I love,
The thrill of the rush.
You know I love,
The thrill of the rush.
(Rush, rush, rush).
(You send me right to heaven),
Sweet serial killer,
(I guess I'll see him over).
Do it for the thrill of the rush,
Love you just a little too much, much.
(You send me right to heaven),
Sweet serial killer,
(I guess I'll see him over).
I love you just a little too much,
Love you just a little too much, much.

My black fire's burning bright,
Maybe I'll go out tonight.
We can paint the town in blue.
I'm so hot, I ignite,
Dancing in the dark and I shine.
Like a light
I'm luring you.
Sneak up on you, really quiet,
Whisper "Am I what your heart desires?"
I could be your ingenue.
Keep you safe and inspired,
Baby, let your fantasies unwind.
We can do what you
Want to do, ooh, ooh.

Baby, I'm a sociopath,
Sweet serial killer.
On the warpath,
'Cause I love you
Just a little too much.
I love you just
A little too much.
(Much, much, much).
You can see me
Drinking cherry cola,
Sweet serial killer.
I left a love note,
Said you know I love,
The thrill of the rush.
You know I love,
The thrill of the rush.
(Rush, rush, rush).
(You send me right to heaven),
Sweet serial killer,
(I guess I'll see him over).
Do it for the thrill of the rush,
Love you just a little too much, much.
(You send me right to heaven),
Sweet serial killer,
(I guess I'll see him over).
I love you just a little too much,
Love you just a little too much, much.
(Just have fun), wanna,
Play you like a game boy.
(Don't want one), what's,
The thrill of the same toy?
La la, la la la, la la,
La la lie down, down.
(Just have fun), wanna,
Play you like a game boy.
(Don't want one), what's,
The thrill of the same toy?
La la, la la la, la la,
La la lie down, down, down.
Ugh.
You can see me
Drinking cherry cola,
Sweet serial killer.
I left a love note,
Said you know I love,
The thrill of the rush.
You know I love,
The thrill of the rush.
(Rush, rush, rush).
(You send me right to heaven),
Sweet serial killer,
(I guess I'll see him over).
Do it for the thrill of the rush,
Love you just a little too much, much.
(You send me right to heaven),
Sweet serial killer,
(I guess I'll see him over).
I love you just a little too much,
Love you just a little too much, much.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Theme Declaration





I have chosen my theme-genre to be Love and Loss in Indie Music. This was an easy choice for me because  I, being an 18 year old vegetarian who spends 90% of her time on tumblr, and 10% sleeping and eating, I fall into the stereotype that I like Indie music, especially music you never heard of.  Love and Loss, being a reoccurring theme in music in general, allows me to pretty much put in songs by all my current favorite musicians, this includes Lana Del Rey, Marina and The Diamonds, Regina Spektor, and Fun.