2005-12-31
I can feel a new expression on my faceThis song sounds like every crush you've ever had. Every time you've looked over at someone at a party, every time you've smiled a bit too long at somebody, or tripped over your tongue in a failed attempt not to embarrass yourself. That giddy rush when she smiles back, or when she says "hello" when walking down the street. It's all here.
I can feel a growing sensation every place
I wish I could tell you how much I careIt's a song for hopeless cases, for winter nights that last into four in the morning, for mixtapes and hand-made books, and for giving yourself alcohol poisoning in an attempt to build up courage.
every time that you, that you, that you…
I can feel a new expressionHints of a Chic guitar, the British Dreambabes of the 1960s, synthesised strings, sprinklings of glitter, and those 1970s computer sounds building up into that explosion of a chorus. And than all over again. And again. And again. Then, just as you feel that the song is beginning to end, it comes back for one final time:
every time that you that you, that you…
I wish I could tell you how much I careYour cheeks flush red as the singer sings "I wish I could tell you how much I care" with a quiet desperation. You look over towards the other side of the room, and sigh as the song begins its stuttering conclusion. It's a song that I can't listen to regularly, as it completely drains me. But when it crops up on random rotation, it gives me the sensation of a crush in a five-minute shot. Nothing else in 2005 even came close. BONUS EXTRA LIFE! HYPER SONIC IMPROVEMENTS! ARTICLE POWER-UP!
every time that you, that you, that you…