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Friday, March 31, 2006

Xlover, "Faking It" (2005)

The exterior of this track is all crunchy electrorock fierceness. There are screeching guitars: throughout the song, as riff (wa-wah-wah-wah-wah!), but also as breakdown. There are rude injunctions: "Fuck my lips/While you fuck my tits." And there is snarling. Oh, is there snarling.

But there is also a soft gooey center. "I'm fucking you/I'm in love with you." But even more: "I want to fake it/I want to fake it/With you." (Imagine that as a wedding vow.) This is, presumably, the best the narrator can do: unable to feel, her highest compliment is to give herself to someone with whom she can be her best fake self. If she, as the song implies, can't be real, then she can at least be fake with someone whom she comes closest to loving. It's something. Better than nothing. Maybe even better than something.


  • "Fuck my lips/While you fuck my tits." ?? Well, one cannot do both at the same time, can one?

    By Blogger xolondon, at 6:05 PM  

  • I don't know about you, but I'm bendy.

    By Blogger Brittle, at 9:07 PM  

  • But seriously, I think the idea is that there is, um, more than one tool at one's disposal.

    By Blogger Brittle, at 9:52 PM  

  • Yes, a veritable tool belt, if you will.

    By Anonymous aurora floyd, at 1:21 PM  

  • I'm now thinking that this was the song I should have rendered as a pop art comic strip.

    By Blogger Brittle, at 2:50 PM  

  • OOH I am a delicate flower (fleur!) and never would have thought of that mutliple tool concept. Except during my gang bangs, of course.

    By Blogger xolondon, at 8:18 PM  

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