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Musical Interlude: Royals

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So this is how my brain operates:

I was over on Violet Wisp’s blog yesterday when a reply to a comment made me think about the Queen.  Then I though about how much of a Queen “B” I can be.  Then I thought of the song Royals by Lorde.  Then I wanted to hear the song.  Then I wanted to post the song.  So here it is:

But then after listening to the Lorde version I remembered the Sad Clown version.  So I wanted to hear it, too.  After hearing it I wanted to post it.  Here it is:

My thoughts, they have thoughts, and then those thoughts chase rabbits.

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11 thoughts on “Musical Interlude: Royals

  1. I just don’t understand song lyrics or poetry. I’ve heard this song countless times and not till you posted about being a Queen B, did it click what that means. Now I’m left wondering what the rest of the song means …

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    • My take on it is that the singer wasn’t born into royalty, doesn’t have money, and doesn’t live at an enviable address(like Sotogrande), and doesn’t have the paparazzi chasing her. But that she’s content, found a secret, in living simply and ruling over her small kingdom.

      Maybe reading the lyrics instead hearing them:

      I’ve never seen a diamond in the flesh
      I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies
      And I’m not proud of my address,
      In a torn-up town, no postcode envy

      But every song’s like gold teeth, grey goose, trippin’ in the bathroom
      Blood stains, ball gowns, trashin’ the hotel room,
      We don’t care, we’re driving Cadillacs in our dreams.
      But everybody’s like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece.
      Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash.
      We don’t care, we aren’t caught up in your love affair.

      [Verse 2]
      My friends and I—we’ve cracked the code.
      We count our dollars on the train to the party.
      And everyone who knows us knows that we’re fine with this,
      We didn’t come from money.

      Ooh ooh oh
      We’re bigger than we ever dreamed,
      And I’m in love with being queen.
      Ooh ooh oh
      Life is great without a care
      We aren’t caught up in your love affair.

      And we’ll never be royals (royals).
      It don’t run in our blood
      That kind of luxe just ain’t for us.
      We crave a different kind of buzz
      Let me be your ruler (ruler),
      You can call me queen Bee
      And baby I’ll rule, I’ll rule, I’ll rule, I’ll rule.
      Let me live that fantasy.

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  2. I was listening to this at work, and my co-worker made me stop and look at this version:

    You’re welcome. Or, I’m sorry. Possibly both.

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    • Love the Christmas bling! I thought, ‘Is that really a Christmas wreath around is face?’ Then he had the garland around his neck, so yeah, I think it is a Christmas wreath around his face. How…odd.

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    • ” I thought, ‘Is that really a Christmas wreath around is face?’ Then he had the garland around his neck, so yeah, I think it is a Christmas wreath around his face. How…odd. “

      Then I thought, ‘this is totally what I should dress up as for Halloween’. Then I thought, ‘Jesus, Halloween is only five months away’. Then I thought, ‘Where is this year going?’ Then I thought, ‘How many years is in a dog’s year?’

      Damn rabbits!

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  3. Dagnabbit rabbit. This is the kind of song that makes my windows rattle when the low riders drive by blasting their music. And this cantankerous old dud likes it! Sheesh.

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    • Be careful there, exrelayman! You’re going to ruin your reputation as a cranky old dude! lol

      The low riders, huh? Do they have their speakers mounted to the outside of their trucks?

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  4. I’d love to chase that clown. LOL! Still hate them. hahahaha

    Deep songs and love listening to them and I always go and google the lyrics. It’s like you said to Violet – reading them makes you understand them better. 😀

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