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Gabriella Cilmi - Sweet About Me

Fri, 24 Dec 2021 02:36:28 GMT

A while back, I heard this song somewhere and liked it; I added it to my "music to maybe get" list.

Today I finished reading the book "Amari and the Night Brothers", which I bought as a Christmas gift for my niece. (So I had to finish the book by tomorrow!) While reading, I listened to some of Cilmi's other music on YouTube.

When the video for "Sweet About Me" came on, after a while something in the video caught my eye and made me rewind it a bit. Then I had to rewatch it again from the very beginning. Not only do I like the song, but the video amuses me too!

So then I looked up the song lyrics and read more about the song.
I was surprised to find out:
- The song is way back from 2008; the video was posted in 2009.
- The singer was born in 1991 so was only about 17 years old at the time; she started working on the album when she was only 13 years old!
- The song was the most played song in the UK during 2009 and was a big hit in Europe.

That last point made me think this must be another one of those cases where I find something that seems neat and consider posting it, but then find out it was a massive hit some years ago, that everyone else probably already knows about.

But per the Wikipedia page, in the U.S. it only reached #99 on the Billboard's US Pop 100 chart. So many Americans may not have heard the song yet, at least.

Video title: Gabriella Cilmi - Sweet About Me (Official Video)
Posted by: Gabriella Cilmi
Date posted: Jun 26, 2009

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Thump thump.

Mon, 05 Dec 2016 06:22:39 GMT

Genesis, Mama - this 1983 song played on the radio late one night when I must have been between 11 and 13 years old, and I taped it. It hinted at an alternate dark spooky world. Thump thump. Thump thump. (Don't break, don't break.) A part of the music spoke to me deeply, a part of it repelled me. I don't think I ever heard the song again on the radio, at least not *that* version. *That* version was something that could only play late at night, in the dark, found by chance while scrolling through stations on my radio.

The opening music before the vocals is simply awesome.

The lyrics didn't make much sense. Surely he couldn't be singing about his mother. I knew he must have been calling his girlfriend "Mama", but that still evoked an uncomfortable sense of incest to my mind. I had never heard anyone else call their girlfriend "Mama". The other part that repelled me was the crazy/evil laugh.

The line "It's getting so hard" meant only "It's getting so difficult", to my mind. The alternate sense only occurred to me today upon reading the lyrics. I wouldn't have understand that other sense back then. The "oh ooooooooooooh!!!" after the line was a perfect expression of pain/feeling/longing/suffering. (Shout, shout, let it all out, but that's another song.)

The Wikipedia page for the song has a quote from Phil Collins explaining what the lyrics are about.
"...and that's really what the song is about, with sinister overtones".

Sinister. Yes, that is the word. The laughter is definitely sinister.

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dream

Fri, 22 Jan 2016 19:18:21 GMT

I realized I had awoken. And I thought, "That was a dream? ... That was an Awesome Dream!!!"

I tried to remember it. The following was only the last bit of it. There was much more before, but that was too far gone already, to remember.

I was falling.
For an interminable time, as if I must surely smash into the ground and die.
(From a giant Tree? There had been another tree nearby, and someone Else who had suchly fallen and had felt great fear while falling, but they *had* hit the ground and died.)

Yet my falling kept being halted, and switching to weightlessness. Then falling again.

I was being played with, I realized. By a god. The god.
(I had the distinct feeling in the dream that the god was female gendered, and me male, but there was nothing otherwise gendered or sexual about the dream.)

So, knowing that this was a game and that She did not want me to die, only to be afraid, lightened my fears.

Eventually the Falling stopped.
Then the God beckoned, and I came - or maybe They pulled me - across galaxies and empty Space. I could see a set of ~7 galaxies, passing by. Then we stopped, having reached the destination (one of the galaxies?)

We were suddenly in a room, like an office (but I knew it was a jail cell).
The God was cutting a piece of pinkish ribbon (like for wrapping presents) in order to bind my wrists with it. A short piece. She was going to tape it closed.

I held my wrists out with my hands in loose fists, palms up. She indicated to turn them the other way, so I did. She must have tied them/taped them with the ribbon, as then she was writing in some Notebook of hers.

I watched/read as she wrote. It was some notes about me, and she was writing a Number at the top of the page. I realized it was a number to identify me, the prisoner, the specimen. It was a large number; like 16 thousand and something. I was one of that many prisoners of hers.

I became intensely sad, realizing that even if she came to visit me in this cell, that they would be short visits, with eternity in between.

But then I made my sadness be still and go away, for right now, she was here. I should appreciate/enjoy her Presence while I still could.

Around the time that I woke up, I was thinking about how easily I could break the ribbon binding my wrists, if it weren't that doing so would bring Her wrath. Who would dare to invoke her wrath? Or maybe the light binding was so I could free myself if other Danger came. Or maybe the ribbon would shortly transform into thick steel.

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greys

Wed, 18 Feb 2015 06:32:54 GMT

There's a "new trailer" on YouTube for The Secretary (movie). It seems like a good marketing idea to me, taking advantage of the current 50 Shades hype... Hah! I didn't realize the characters in both were named Mr. Grey!

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odd dream

Sat, 09 Nov 2013 19:00:02 GMT

I was outside with someone else, apparently having trimmed / cut back overgrowth. The other person mentioned that this one plant that had been trimmed was an oracle.

There was a question/mystery we needed answered. So I addressed the plant, "Oh, Oracle Plant, ..."

Immediately, a vine on the plant grew outwards, and wrapped itself around my wrists. It may have also wrapped one around my neck. But it wasn't menacing; it was recognizing me as a supplicant.

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walk the night

Mon, 24 Jun 2013 04:43:55 GMT

an amusing story about this song by Joe.My.God.

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storytime!

Sun, 27 Jan 2013 06:01:41 GMT

Here is a little BDSM story I wrote, titled "The Question".

(It's not at all long, truly! But it might be slightly NSFW.)

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