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You said I’m full of diseases, your eyes were full of regret/ And then you took a picture of your salad, and put it on the internet
I’m living a lie
I told you i would get you
Don’t you know who I was, who am I, who I was
Are we pretending?
I discovered, much to my huge excitement, that when you drop in a completely contemporary line into one of these songs it’s so jarring. I could put a line about waking up with an erection in my hand into a song which you’d previously happily thought of as something else. There was a danger in that. To me it jarred in a lovely way
It’s a whole lot quieter now
Drag is the new punk
This is the sound of men contemplating their thinning hairline, the bulge of their belly, and the sad sag of their underpants
