Keys & Lips

The Black Lips. Yeah, it's love. Dirty Hands made me wee myself a little and the Jacque Dutronc cover Hippie Hippie Hoorah is the best song to listen to when killing time on Level two at the Marcus Clarke building. Veni Vidi Vici happens to be my ringtone, why? Because that beat will catch my attention faster than Andy Dick whipping out his sweet-n-low to give Steve-O a golden shower. Gentle Violence is the best song for getting ready at 7:30am. There is a song for every component of your day. Is it me or doesmy Black Lips adoration contain one too many references to urine? Whatever.

Wee wee wee.

Moving on,

Christ, I think naughty things when I hear their music. As a huge fan of Hendrix, they won me over faster than..yeah..probably the Andy Dick thing but anyway, Your Touch is so god damn good I'm probably going to pass out and froth at the mouth. It's still the tune I choose to listen to when I'm walking to the bus stop, to class through that god forsaken tunnel or if I just want to drink. Midnight In Her Eyes makes me want to have a whiskey in my hand and a nights worth of cigarettes. I'm low on cash to have either but damnit, I'll dream. Girl is on my mind...don't even get me started. Let me just say that it's probably the ideal song for when you're perving on delectable strangers.