Ten Thousand Favorite Songs, v. 61

-why the hell these things count as a "ft." is beyond me.  anyhow, it was all over France and Ireland, did not get tired of it.  even the Taylor stank...once you listen for it, totally her style lyrically




-- I do inexplicably like this one though.   I remember when we got one of the first Calvin Harris discs at the radio station and we all shook our heads at his iteration of indie disco--who knew he had abs?!



---the first ripple of the Coldplay tsunami coming for you



----what, Ben needs morphine too



-----pretty sure my soul resembles a pug that permanently lives in a rundown coffeehouse and occasionally jumps on a table to drink somebody's remnant coffee and have a seizure.