A Nightside Song (Peanut Butter Jelly)

I think this one is pretty self-explanatory.

Sleepless nights at the chateau; visualize it. (I’ll give you something to do.) Cooch-cooch, wherever we go; visualize it. (I’ll give you something to do.) To get a wildfire burning, visualize it. (I’ll give you something to do.) Ace high, I’m going all in; visualize it. (I’ll give you something to do.) Spread it like peanut butter jelly. Do it like I owe you some money. Spread it like peanut butter jelly. Do it like I owe you some money. Spread it like―

―Galantis, “Peanut Butter Jelly” (2015)

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A Middle-Aged Reflection on Closeteering

“A-ha! Shoot! Let’s get this thing started!”

―TeddyLoid

The simplest way to explain it is that you never quite know when the difference is going to bitch-slap you with a fleshy truncheon.

Or was that a little much?

Once upon a time, everything about the song would have annoyed me, especially that pretentious voice absolutely dominating the back end of the track.

And now?

Well, yeah. Okay, that’s sexy.