Time to talk about a good ole dirty ditty. For a while now, whenever a song seeps into my veins, I play it over and over, even enduring unhappy twists, just to arrive at some blissful melody. Oh, do I enjoy a good melody. This time, I'm taken with DJ Kentaro and his freaked out upsideways, cross-dressing ooh mixture of Wagon Christ's King's Lynn. Had I the means and knowledge to do so, I would put up a convenient implantation of this song on this very page, but as it is, I'm still kind of code illiterate. So this link will have to do:
King's Lynn.
Did you get it? I hope so. It has just enough majestic nostalgia and simplistic melody I can sink my fangs into. If I could make a tattoo version of this on my person, it would come across as rainbows and cordial-yet-fun-loving Englishmen (Phil Selway and Ian Wright come to mind) riding atop polka-dotted, red & white shrooms. And it'd be raining everywhere droplets of chilled plum wine.
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