If you ever need a stranger
To sing at your wedding
A last minute choice
Then I am your man
I know every song, you name it
By Bacharach or David
Every stupid lovesong
That's ever touched your heart
Every power ballad that's ever
Climbed the charts
You think it's funny
My obsession with the holy matrimony
But I'm just so amazed to witness true love
And true love can be measured
Through these simple pleasures
They are waiting there for you
To be discovered
I would cut of my right arm
To be someones lover
Maybe I'll meet her there tonight
At the wedding buffee
I walk up to her
When she's caught the bouquet
And oh, it's just like a whirlwind
Now this is what I call a love song. You know why? Because it's a love song that name drops the word 'power ballad'. And you know how all power ballads are mostly love songs (cause no one wants to hear a power ballad about the time you stuffed your face with 30 packs of Cheetos), so for a love song to name drop one is like a Storm Trooper picking up the Death Star and kicking a home run. Or a chicken picking up a machete and dicing Mr. Nando.
And of course I don't make any sense because love is blind, right right? And what has my eyesight got to do with making sense. That my friend, is the mystery that could unlock the universe. Ciaoree-o
Jens Lekman - If You Ever Need a Stranger (To Sing at Your Wedding) (from Rocky Dennis EP)
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
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