Blog Updates & a little music to get your Monday going~ [Reckless Beat & SOTD] Lorde – Tennis Court

RECKLESS BEATS is a musical feature where I incorporate a little music into this bookish blog.

Hey y’all! So last week… Friday morning/Late Thursday night, I think it was?? I did a couple updates on the blog. Nothing too major. Just got rid of a few things, updated and cleaned up others. Got a whole brand new “About Me” page with all my pertinents and such on it. Plus the regular About page has been updated and cut down some, and all the Features are gathered in one place with explanations for your reading convenience. 🙂 I’ve also added my latest book reviews to the By Rating and By Title archives, so now they, too, are basically all up-to-date. (Thank the heavens!)

Be sure to check out the new pages and tell me whatcha think!

All that aside, figured I’d share my song of the day with you before this day’s up. (Really exhausted after the weekend I had @___@;; ) Honestly, I think it’s quite appropriate after coming back from a harrowing weekend of best friend bridal duties. Even though it was quite an unconventional gathering (supposed “gender restrictions” were not followed at this event), it was still less than ideal for me and my fellow mates. Far too much ideal chit-chat and marriage talk for my taste. Truthfully… I hate it all with the passion of thousand burning, blistering suns — but… as I’ve been sayin’ to everyone: “A best friend’s gotta do what a best friend’s gotta do, so suck it up and deal!

Lorde get me. You can tell it from her lyrics. She gets the idiocy of idle talk and the mundane nature of human beings. She also gets how little I fuckin’ care.

Here’s Tennis Court by Lorde! The very first song I ever heard by this disarmingly talented lady. ❤

 

LYRICS:

Don’t you think that it’s boring how people talk
Making smart with their words again, well I’m bored
Because I’m doing this for the thrill of it, killin’ it
Never not chasing a million things I want
And I am only as young as the minute is full of it
Getting pumped up from the little bright things I bought
But I know they’ll never own me (Yeah)

Baby be the class clown
I’ll be the beauty queen in tears
It’s a new art form showing people how little we care (Yeah)
We’re so happy, even when we’re smilin’ out of fear
Let’s go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeah (Yeah)

Pretty soon I’ll be getting on my first plane
I’ll see the veins of my city like they do in space
But my head’s filling up with the wicked games, up in flames
How can I fuck with the fun again, when I’m known
And my boys trip me up with their heads again, loving them
Everything’s cool when we’re all in line, for the throne
But I know it’s not forever (Yeah)

Baby be the class clown
I’ll be the beauty queen in tears
It’s a new art form showing people how little we care (Yeah)
We’re so happy, even when we’re smilin’ out of fear
Let’s go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeah (Yeah)

It looked alright in the pictures (Yeah)

Getting caught soft with the triple is it
I fall apart, with all my heart
And you can watch from your window
And you can watch from your window

Baby be the class clown
I’ll be the beauty queen in tears
It’s a new art form showing people how little we care (Yeah)
We’re so happy, even when we’re smilin’ out of fear
Let’s go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeah (Yeah)

And talk it up like yeah (Yeah)
And talk it up like yeah (Yeah)
Let’s go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeah (Yeah)
And talk it up like yeah (Yeah)
And talk it up like yeah (Yeah)
Let’s go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeah (Yeah)

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