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In the movie soundtrack to my life, this song will accompany a montage of me getting ready for a night out. The scene: a brightly painted apartment in a completely unfashionable part of South Philadelphia. I am in my mid-20s, newly single, and enjoying a period of financial security and personal irresponsibility. I am on my way to a bar to listen to New Wave music and drink Red Bull + vodka, which tastes revolting but engages my dance mechanism. I have recently cut my own hair with kitchen shears. It looks fantastic. Pow. This is the noise that short skirts and eyeliner make. Listen: The Faint >> "Agenda Suicide" |
Monday, July 6, 2009
2001 : 31 "Agenda Suicide" by the Faint
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Every single Faint song ever makes me want to have sex.
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