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"Sei Taing Kya" by Myslovitz |
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The 23rd was a bit of a bust... I spent half the day in bed, sick. After that, I helped my sister clean the house a bit, and didn't do much by way of cleaning my room. I took a sleeping med to get me to bed but it's 6:30am at the moment, and no bed for me yet. I took it 12 hours ago.
Feeling a bit depressed, I thought I would listen to all the Myslovitz songs I own (except for the ones I can't stand). Of course, when I got to Bunt Szesnastolatki, I had to repeat about four times. I'm more addicted to that voice than a heroin addict is to the drug, I tell you.
For some reason, I left a Marvin Gaye song in the mix after a very lovely acousic version of Lenny Valentino's "Dom nauki wrazen". It was so unexpected, and very disturbing. I went from having an image of Artur Rojek to "Sexual Healing" in a matter of seconds. Perhaps if I was any other Myslovitz fan, I'd have found that to be a pleasant image, but as it stands now, a song about steamy lovemaking and a little Polish man with a guitar just don't mix. Sorki, Rojas!
Today is Wigilia! Who votes on DISASTER? *raises hand* Ojej.
You know, I noticed another peculiarity. Until this very moment, I thought the lyric went: Ona mowi, że kocha jego... but in fact, it's not "mowi" but "mówi". I had been spelling it wrong because it sounded like "mowi". Previously, I thought that in the next line, the world was "płaczę" instead of "płacze". And before that, I was fascinated by "robisz"/"swoje". The more I listen to this song, the cuter he sounds. Gah. Myslovitz has to fire him and re-hire a hideous, mortifyingly ugly bassist who can't sing for beans instead! :]
Podetnę żyły, odkręcę gaz. ratujcie, kochani, kolejny raz... just one more time... God, I'm tired.
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