Beetlebum
Blur

Beetlebum
What you've done
She's a gun
Now what you've done
Beetlebum
Get nothing done
You beetlebum just get numb
Now what you've done
Beetlebum

And when she lets me slip away
She turns me on all my violence is gone
Nothing is wrong
I just slip away and I am gone
Nothing is wrong
She turns me on
I just slip away and I am gone

Beetlebum
Because you're young
She's a gun
Now what you've done
Beetlebum
She'll suck your thumb
She'll make you come
Coz, she's your gun
Now what you've done
Beetlebum

And when she lets me slip away
She turns me on all my violence is gone
Nothing is wrong
She turns me on
I just slip away and I'm gone

*sigh* I miss good, interesting, slightly angsty BritPop. I mean, it's not good to cling to the past, but back in the day when we were having Blur and Oasis duelling it out and The Prodigy smacking their bitches up, there was something just right in the world of music. It was kinda nice and mellow and you could spend a whole Sunday listening to it without thinking, "I want to throw this CD from my window!"

So tomorrow is going to be my dedicated BritPop day. I'll get out the Blur, Oasis, The Verve and other stuff like that and see if I still like it just as much as I used to. Sometimes nostalgia isn't all that it's cracked up to be, of course.