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What Kind of Man Loves Like This

Didit & Ilham‘s Record of the Week
Incubus – Absolution Calling

It’s like an intuition or a feeling in the air
An intangible impression that’s always everywhere
You bit into the apple, laid down your sword an shield
(Untie! A little bit dies, a little each time, the medicine smile)
Then spun ’round like a gyre in the unified field!
(Inside, your elegant guide, an arrow in flight a million miles)

I remember feeling the opposite of falling
(Into that spot where we untie every knot)
Spinning past the ceiling, absolution calling…
“Are you there, or not?”

It’s an open invitation, come see the sights of sages
We’ve been a pride of lions so afraid to leave our cages
Don’t fret over the pieces that smolder in the sun
(Untie! A little bit dies, a little each time, the medicine smile)
‘Cause nothing can be broken when everything is one
(Inside, your elegant guide, an arrow in flight a million miles)

I remember feeling the opposite of falling
(Into that spot where we untie every knot)
Spinning past the ceiling, absolution calling…
“Are you there, or not?”

You bit into the apple, laid down your sword an shield
(Untie! A little bit dies, a little each time, the medicine smile)
Then spun ’round like a gyre in the unified field!
(Inside, your elegant guide, an arrow in flight a million miles)

I remember feeling the opposite of falling
(Into that spot where we untie every knot)
Spinning past the ceiling, absolution calling…
“Are you there, or not?”

Febi‘s Record of the Week
Hot Chip – Huarache Lights

When I see the beams of
Those huarache lights
I know every single thing
Will be just right

I know every single
We play tonight
Will make the people
Just bathe in the light
Just bathe in the light
Bathe in the light

So I can see
I got something here
That you don’t ever want to turn down
I got something for your mind
Your body, and your soul
Every day of my life
Every day of my life

Machines are great, but
Best when they come to life
You can burn your finger on
The pulse of the light

There’s nothing to touch and
There’s nothing to hold
Am I so truthful
Or in truth
Is the youth just getting old?

Replace us with the things
That do the job better

So I can see
I got something for your mind
Your body, and your soul
Every day of my life
Every day of my life

Ganis & Putri ‘s Record of the Week
Florence + The Machine – What Kind of Man

I was on a heavy tip
Tryna cross a canyon with a broken limb
You were on the other side
Like always, wondering what to do with life
I already had a sip
So I’d reasoned I was drunk enough to deal with it
You were on the other side
Like always, you could never make your mind

And with one kiss
You inspired a fire of devotion
That lasted 20 years
What kind of man loves like this

To let me dangle at a cruel angle
Oh my feet don’t touch the floor
Sometimes you’re half in and then you’re half out
But never close the door

What kind of man loves like this
What kind of man
What kind of man loves like this
What kind of man

You’re a holy fool all colored blue
Red feet upon the floor
You do such damage, how do you manage?
Tryna crawl in back for more

And with one kiss
You inspired a fire of devotion
That lasted 20 years
What kind of man loves like this

What kind of man loves like this
What kind of man
What kind of man loves like this
What kind of man

But I can’t beat you
Cause I’m still with you
Oh mercy I implore
How do you do it
I think I’m through it
Then I’m back against the wall

What kind of man loves like this
What kind of man
What kind of man loves like this
What kind of man

What kind of man loves like this
What kind of man
What kind of man loves like this
What kind of man

Hanis‘s Record of the Week
The Offspring – Coming For You

Time to go and get our kicks
Dropping out and getting in the mix now
Here in the backroom, nothing to do
We’re not bored, we’re just sick of you, yeah
Yeah, sick of you

Break down, take down, now it’s on
Sold out, blow out, don’t get caught
Well, no! Hell, no! What you gonna do
When they keep coming for you

See the shadows marching on
Yesterdays dreams are dead and gone
Dead and gone
Hear the cheering up above
Down below is push and shove
Yeah push and shove

Break down, take down, now it’s on
Sold out, blow out, don’t get caught
Well, no! Hell, no! What you gonna do
When they keep coming for you

Bet some, get some, knock you down
Alone now, show down, kiss the ground
Well, no! Hell, no! What you gonna do
Lights out, cut them in two, they’ll be coming for you

Watch out, fuck you up
Break down, take down, now it’s on
Sold out, blow out, don’t get caught
Well, no! Hell, no! What you gonna do
They just keep coming for you

Bet some, get some, knock you down
Alone now, show down, kiss the ground
Well, no! Hell, no! What you gonna do
Lights out, cut them in two, they’ll be coming for you

They’ll be coming for you
They’ll be coming for you

Poltak‘s Record of the Week
Bjork – Stonemilker

A juxtapositioning fate
Find our mutual coordinate

Moments of clarity are so rare
I better document this
At last the view is fierce
All that matters is

Who is open chested
And who has coagulated
Who can share
And who has shut down the chances

Show me emotional respect
I have emotional needs
I wish to synchronize our feelings

What is it that I have
That makes me feel your pain
Like milking a stone
To get you to say it

Who is open
And who has shut up
And if one feels closed
How does one stay open

We have emotional need
I wish to synchronize our feelings
Show some emotional respect