“I like to think my angst has just manifested itself into pure unadulterated misanthropy.

                                                                                                                                                     – A Psycho Babbles

February 15, 2015

So Plotlessone returned to blogging a few days ago and actually suggested a pretty good idea for my next monthly video project: romantic comedy soundtracks.  Even though it may not seem like it, I’m a sucker for a good romantic movie so I’m expanding the parameters a little. Not only will it include RomCom’s but also include any film that has a romantic theme.  The possibilities will be endless.

So starting on March 1st, I will be posting a video a day from songs that have appeared in romantic films.  To give you an idea of what to expect, think movies like 10 Things I Hate About You, Cruel Intentions and Rock Star.

And, to get this one out of the way now, I give you “My Heart Will Go On”.  But not Celine Dion; I never need to hear that version again. I give you the Belle Morte version because I prefer Andy Deane’s red mohawk and sexy voice. And Celine grates on my nerves.

 

 

So two people where having a conversation near me today. I was busy so not really paying attention to what they were talking about. I didn’t hear one word of that conversation until someone said, “and then?”

*snort* I actually snorted out loud and had to walk away.

Why? You may ask.

All because of this scene from Dude, Where’s My Car? 

“No and then!”

ALL DAY this song has been in my head. I couldn’t wait to get home and blast it.

It’s pure poetry; haunting and melancholy. I fully understand it’s meaning but please don’t ask me to explain it, because I simply cannot.

 

Radiate simply, the candle is burning, so low for me
Generate me limply, can’t seem to place your name, cherie
To rearrange all these thoughts in a moment is suicide
Come to a strange place, we’ll talk over old times we never smile
Somebody called me Sebastian
Somebody called me Sebastian
Work out a rhyme, toss me the time, lay me, you’re mine
And we all know, oh yeah

 

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