The Kills - post-punk band that seems to still embody the spirit of artistic bohemian. Right now I'm playing "Getting Down" on a loop. It just feels like a defiant anthem to being alive.
It's going on five
I want you to know
My spirit's alive
I want you to know
I'm getting down with the awkward moments
I'm getting down with the sour kiss
I'm getting down with the rumours in the back of the car
I'm getting down with it
Signal when you get to the top
Signal when you want me
When you want me to stop
We could, we could crash
We could, we could, burn burn
We could take it
We could, we could take it take it in turns
Getting down
I'm getting down with your new vocation
I'm getting down with your cute cut wrist
I'm getting down with the kisses and cross-stitches on it
I'm getting down with it
Here's a message from my old coat pocket
My spirit's alive and I want you to know
I'm getting down with the young drunk lovers
I'm getting down with the one-way pact
I'm getting down with the city and the pity of it
I'm getting down with it
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