Wednesday, July 14, 2004
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Making sense of Kylie

Suddenly, a lot of Kylie songs make sense to me, as senseless as this may sound. For instance, I'm spinning around, move outta my way... is what she must have thought after sleeping for only four hours one night, and hopping on a long distance bus from Gurgaon to Karol Bagh, if she ever did make that godforsaken trip to Gurgaon in the first place. Nothing personal against Gurgawa - but why, o why, does it have to be so frikkin' far?!

Then, there's the other one - I just can't get you outta my head, na na na.. nanananana.. na na na... whatever. Like you're whizzing past wide country roads on a bike at something rivalling the speed of light, when you spy all these familiar sights - a bus stop where you stood waiting for someone, or a coffee shop meeting that you were late for, or an apartment you always planned on visiting but never had a chance to step in. And when you tell the person who's driving you all the mushy little remembrances that you just can't get out of your head, you feel guiltily conscious that you're acting like a love-sick sap.


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