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sometimes i just want to be hugged

we all know that the process of covering a great song is not quite the easy feat, as to top the magic of an original is highly impossible. however, it sure is interesting to listen to artists that surprisingly work in their very own way. id like to share with you, three of my personal favorites, enjoy~

blue monday
now i stand here waiting
i thought i told you to leave me
while i walked down to the beach
tell me how does it feel
when yr heart grows cold
original:: new order
cover:: flunk

one more cup of coffee
yr sister sees the future
like yr mama and yrself
you’ve never learned to read or write
there’s no books upon yr shelf
and yr pleasure knows no limits
yr voice is like a meadowlark
but yr heart is like an ocean
mysterious and dark
original:: bob dylan
cover:: white stripes

sweeter than anything
now he talks in his sleep
says ive never known peace
and i don’t know him now
he’s a stranger to me
how can this be?
there’s nothing left here
original:: pj harvey
cover:: bonnie prince billy

image by tara mcpherson

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Category: Rock

With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down. [1]


Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end! `I wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?' she said aloud. `I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think--' (for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a very good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) `--yes, that's about the right distance--but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I've got to?' (Alice had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.) [2]



O long-silent Sybil,
you of the winged dreams,
Speak out from your temple of light
as the serious constellations
with Greek names
still stare down on us
as a lighthouse moves its megaphone
over the sea
Speak out and shine upon us
the sea-light of Greece
the diamond light of Greece

Far-seeing Sybil, forever hidden,
Come out of your cave at last
And speak to us in the poet's voice
the voice of the fourth person singular
the voice of the inscrutable future
the voice of the people mixed
with a wild soft laughter--
And give us new dreams to dream,
Give us new myths to live by! [3]


So our princes who have lost their principalities after many years’ of possession shouldn’t blame their loss on fortuna. The real culprit is their own indolence, going through quiet times with no thought of the possibility of change (it’s a common human fault, failing to prepare for tempests unless one is actually in one!). And when eventually bad times did come, they thought of •flight rather than •self-defence, hoping that the people, upset by conquerors’ insolence, would recall them. This course of action may be all right when there’s no alternative, but it is not all right to neglect alternatives and choose this one; it amounts to voluntarily falling because you think that in due course someone will pick you up. If you do get rescued (and you probably won’t), that won’t make you secure; the only rescue that is really helpful to you is the one performed by you, the one that depends on yourself and your virtù. [4]