Wednesday, February 9, 2011

365 Project - Day 40 - "Dance Yrself Clean"

February 09, 2011 - "Dance Yrself Clean"

For some reason this image makes me think of one of my favorite songs by one of my favorite bands...

"Dance Yrself Clean" by LCD Soundsystem
(From the album "This Is Happening" - 2010)

(Click HERE to listen to the song)

Walking up to me, expecting, walking up to me
Expecting words, it happens all the time.
Present company, accepted, present company
Accept the worst, it happens every night.

Ah, present company, excluded every time.
Ah, present company, the best that you can find.

Talking like a jerk, except you are an actual jerk
And living proof that sometimes friends are mean.
Present company, expected, present company
Just laugh it off, it's better than it seems.

Ah, present company, excluded in every way.
Ah, present company, makes me wanna stay.

Killing it with close inspection
Killing it can only make it worse
It sort of makes it breed.
Present company accepting
Presently we all expect the worst
It works just like a need.

Ah, present company, excluded in the night
Ah, present company, included in the fight.

Ah, ah, ah, ah

Don't you want me to wake up?
Then give me just a bit of your time.
Arguments are made from make outs
So give it just a little more time.

We've got to bring our resources
I wanna play it 'til the time comes
But there's a string of divorces
You go and throw your little hands up, okay, oh
I miss the way, oh

I miss the way the night comes
With friends who always make it feel good
This basement has a cold glow
Though it's better than a bunch of others

So go and dance yourself clean
Go and dance yourself clean, yeah
You're throw remarks into pieces
Baby, they're arguments, the pieces

It's your show, it's your show
It's your show, it's your show
It's your show

Work a little bit, girl.

Every night's a different story
It's a thirty car pileup with you.
Everybody's getting younger
It's the end of an era, it's true.

And you go
Stop, stop, stop, stop
Stop, stop, stop

Break me into bigger pieces
So some of me is home with you
Wait until the weekend
And we can make our bad dreams come true.

And it's a go, yeah, it's a go
And if we wait until the weekend
We can miss the best things to do
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Go and dance yourself clean, oh
Go and dance yourself clean, yeah
And you throw remarks into pieces,
Maybe they're arguments, the pieces, oh

We should try a little harder
In the tedious march of the few
Every day's a different warning
There's a part of me hoping, it's true.

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