Fever Ray is the solo project from the Knife's Karin Dreijer, and this is a song you play for someone who has scorned you—right before you put their bunny on to boil.
Telepathe was conceived in Brooklyn. Know what else is conceived in Brooklyn? Babies, lots of them. Coincidence? We think not.
Another gem from Canada: A song as pure as freshly driven snow, as pure as your lonely heart, as pure as a bottle of unpronounceable vodka.
Remember when you finally got up the nerve to talk to that hot French foreign exchange student, and told her you liked her pants, only she thought you were saying you liked her ass? If you can't speak French, at least learn to dance.
"I bought a ticket to hell when I met up with you." Ha, if we had a nickel for every time we've heard those words!
Contrary to their name, this Parisian trio is nothing but upstanding, and we're sure that by "drugs," they actually mean Tylenol Cold, and the minimum dosage.
"There are three rules that I live by: never get less than twelve hours sleep; never play cards with a guy who has the same first name as a city; and never get involved with a woman with a tattoo of a dagger on her body."
Hot-shit remixers Crookers make this twiice as niice.
How do you get a girl to fall in love with you? Well, first you have to get her to your house. Then just put on Blk Jks, and the rest is history. It's just that getting her to come over that's the hard part.
Unlike cement boots, golden boots are good. They're a sign of good luck, like a golden egg, or a symbol of undying love, like a glass slipper... Oh, wtf-ever! It's an awesome song and we just like it! Isn't that good enough for you people?
Threatening words of menace sound so much better when they are set over catchy guitar riffs and a sing-a-long beat.
Like waking up hungover after a one night stand, thinking you're alone but then realizing your conquest is just in the kitchen, making you coffee and burning bagels.
If you dated Mike Bones, he'd probably cook you tofu stir-fry and make you little zines on your birthday.
A song that goes well with chocolate: We all say we want romance and excitement but what we all really want is some who still loves us after watching us eat a Cadbury cream egg and tortillas for dinner because we were too lazy to go to the store.
Love is like a swimming lesson: It's best to just hold your nose and jump right in. And both present plenty of opportunity to be insecure about your abs.
We know what confusion is like: One minute you're in love, the next minute he's telling you his favorite designer is Kenneth Cole. Handsome Furs feels your pain.
Time heals all wounds. Drunken dancing also heals all wounds, or at least puts the pain off until tomorrow morning.
You know what impresses dates? Magic. Duh.
If you ask a girl why she broke up with a guy, she'll give you a whole list of reasons. If you ask a guy why he broke up with his girlfriend, all he says is, "Man, she was psycho." Why is that?
Remember when you were the Valedictorian and you fell in love with that kickboxer, but your dad said no, so the kickboxer stood outside your window with his boombox and played you Peter Gabriel? Man, that was so romantic.
The only acceptable Mayer to include in a mixtape.