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Sunday Song #37: Christmas S-P-E-C-T-A-C-U-L-A-R Edition

Posted by stylebitch on December 22, 2008

Just thought I’d post a couple of my favorite Christmas (and kinda X-mas related) songs, all of which DON’T feature Wham!


“Christmas in America” (Melissa Etheridge)


“Crucified” (Army of Lovers)


“Hard Candy Christmas” (Dolly Parton)


“Vienna” (Linda Eder)


“Pie Jesu” (Anna Netrebko & Andrew Swait)


“A Christmas Duel” (Cyndi Lauper vs. The Hives)

Stay bitchy :))

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Sunday Song #36: My Turn To Be “Brave”

Posted by stylebitch on December 14, 2008

Brave (sung by the incredibly talented Idina “Wicked” Menzel)

Don’t know just where I’m going
And tomorrow, it’s a little overwhelming
And the air is cold
And I’m not the same anymore
I’ve been running in your direction
For to long now
I’ve lost my own reflection
And I can’t look down
If you’re not there to catch me when I fall.

If this is the moment I stand here on my own
If this is my rite of passage that somehow leads me home
I might be afraid
But it’s my turn to be brave
If this is the last chance before we say goodbye
At least it’s the first day of the rest of my life
I can’t be afraid
Cause it’s my turn to be brave

All along all I ever wanted, was to be the light
When your life was daunting
But I can’t see mine
When I feel as though you’re pushing me away
Well who’s to blame, are we making the right choices
Cause we can’t be sure if we’re hearing our own voices
As we close the door even though we are so desperate to stay

If this is the moment I stand here on my own
If this is my rite of passage that somehow leads me home
I might be afraid
But it’s my turn to be brave
If this is the last chance before we say goodbye
At least it’s the first day of the rest of my life
I can’t be afraid
Cause it’s my turn to be brave

And I might still cry
And I might still bleed
These thorns in my side
This heart on my sleeve
And lightening may strike
This ground at my feet
And I might still crash
But I still believe

This is the moment I stand here all alone
With everything I have inside, everything I own
I might be afraid
But it’s my turn to be brave
If this is the last time before we say goodbye
At least it’s the first day of the rest of my life
I can’t be afraid
Cause it’s my turn to be brave

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Sunday Song #35: “Remember when we were AMAZING?” – Darren Hayes Edition

Posted by stylebitch on December 6, 2008

IT arrived today (I orderet it here), a new true treasure in my small collection of DVDs: The high-end, high-def, 5.1 movie “This delicate film we’ve made” by Darren Hayes. This flawless (and seamlessly blended) melange of of animation, 3D imagery and videoclips, based on Darren’s masterpiece of a concept album, “This delicate thing we’ve made” for me represents creativity in it’s purest and most daring of forms.

And having followed his carreer for quite some time, from “Savage Garden” to this blissful state, I havfe to say: there are musicians, there are singers, there are lyricists – and then there’s Darren. If ever a mighty fairy came to me to ask for one of my dearest wishes, it would be to see the world through DH’s eyes and reinterpret it as outrageously and brilliantly as he does. Wow!

So without further ado, I present a glimpse into the universe that is Darren Hayes:.

The Album (a sample called “Casey”)

The Tour DVD

This Delicate Film We’ve Made DVD

The Lyrics (a beautiful example with a short videoclip LIVE)

How To Build A Time Machine (By Darren Hayes and Robert Conley)

If I have understood correctly velocity equals the distance travelled divided by time.
I’ve read every word ever printed on quantum physics and now it is time to try.
I read your book, I found your notes, I dusted this thing off and turned on the key.
The rumbling motors, the buzzing incredible gadgets, the hissing electricity.
And now, the moment has come.
I’m travelling back in time.
They’re running down the hall.
I’ve started the countdown.
They want me to stop.
But I don’t think so.
I’m ready to go.
Let’s get the job done!

Beyond the paradoxical all the lights are dazzling.
Past the planes and trains and satellite navigation.
Past the time I spent today through the nearest wormhole.
In a stunning ball of white the light explodes and lands on you.
And you’re five.
Always running away when I was dying to kiss you and I,
I don’t want to cry, I don’t want to see where the moving van takes you
so I travel on.
Beyond the stars.
At one hundred and eighty six thousand miles per second I can fly.
Forward a few years, to nineteen hundred and seventy nine I caught a glimpse of the sky.

They’re coming down the road.
They’re coming to get me.
I never should have come.
I hide the time machine.
I’m running down the hall.
I think I’m at my old house.
Past the place where I grew up.
Number 9 Lake Road.
Past the swimming pool and Mabel Park and past Troy Clifford’s house.
To the Argonaut.
To the fish and chip shop.
Out the back and down the road and to the place I got beat up.

Hey! Put that rock down!
Can’t you see he’s half your size?
Hey! He looks familiar.
Oh my God it’s me aged nine!

Put your shoes on and run away from here.
I can’t get involved this is all so weird.
I’m meeting myself this is all so clear.

All the things I lost. All the people I hurt.
All the times I lied. All the moments wasted.
All I never did. All the dreams I had.
All the things I would change. I can change them.
All the things I lost. All the people I hurt.
All the times I lied. All the moments wasted.

I’m gonna make right what I made wrong and change how the future has gone.
Through appliance of science I’ll take hold of my enemies.
Take their obscenities.
Kiss them and leave them like lovers who’ve gone.
I’ll call my dad, I’ll tell him I miss him and tell my reflection it’s not your fault.
And now the moment has come.
I’m travelling back in time.

They’re running down the hall.
I’ve started the countdown.
They want me to stop.
But I don’t think so.
I’m ready to go.
Let’s get the job done!

Put your shoes on and run away from here.
I can’t get involved this is all so weird.

Oh my God it’s me aged 9!
Let’s get the job done!

All the things I lost. All the people I hurt.
All the times I lied. All the moments wasted.
All I never did. All the dreams I had.
All the things I would change. I can change them.

Beyond the paradoxical all the lights are dazzling.
Past the planes and trains and satellite navigation.
Past the time I spent today through the nearest wormhole.
In a stunning ball of white the light explodes into another moment.

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Sunday Song #34: Inga from Sweden

Posted by stylebitch on November 16, 2008

As ubercutie singer-songwriter Jay Brannan pointed out on his blog recently, Inga’s Aqua-esque plastic song is pure comic bliss. You go GØRL!

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Sunday Song #33: Big Bang

Posted by stylebitch on November 2, 2008

Big Bang is probably the most stylish boy band ever – of course the five guys are from Japan. The music is so-so, but their fierce looks are a-fucking-mazing!


“Number 1”


“With U”


“How Gee”

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Sunday Song #32: Journey feat. Arnel Pineda

Posted by stylebitch on October 26, 2008

Up until I read a fantastic piece in GQ US on their new frontman I didn’t know much about the band Journey. Finishing the article about their journey to find a new lead singer, finally watching a youtube clip of filipino cover band singer Arnel Pineda – and hiring him on the spot – I just had to browse through their work on iTunes. And I must say, though I’m not a huge fan of yesterday rock, some of their stuff is really great. And Pineda is an amazingly engaging performer with a stunner of a rock voice! I just got a sore throat listening to him belt it out … Enjoy this selection, bitchlings!


Journey – Don’t stop believing (Live in Chile)


Journey – Open Arms (Live in Chile)


Journey – Faithfully (Live in Chile)

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Sunday Song #31: The Tim & The Life Between

Posted by stylebitch on September 28, 2008

While partying in a really nice club on Reeperbahn, Mueller Meyer Schulze last Thurday I listened to two FANTASTIC newcomer bands performing live. As a full-service blog hostess, of course, I’ll quickly introduce them to you.

Bitchlings, please meet and welcome and french kiss:

The Tim


“Dein Freund sieht aus wie ein Mädchen”

&

The Life Between


“New Hope”

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Saturday Song #30: Chris Crocker’s debut single “Mind in the Gutter”

Posted by stylebitch on September 27, 2008

[the bitch singing] “I heard his song and I liked it …” Or is it her song, coz it’s Miss Chris Crocker now, I believe. Any how, love that bitch. Amen!

But decide for yourself:

Now sing along, bitchlings:

MIND IN THE GUTTER (that problem I know all too well 😉

It’s Chris Crocker (Chris Crocker)
Forgive me father for I have sinned
Theres just something inside of me that I can’t hold back any longer

Maybe the rumors are true, maybe I am crazy.

I’ve got you thinking all them bad things
I’ve got you reaching for them body parts
I’m ’bout to make ya do the walk of shame
You never thought that would you’d fu** a star

Time is tickin
Hearts are skippin
Ready to blow
Feel like my logics missin’
Head is spinnin’
out of control
You’ve got my body twitchin’
Thirst is quinchin’
Ready to go
Crocker’s off his rock, baby, this is my show

(Chorus)

You’ve got my mind in the gutter
When we’re touchin’ on each other
Rollin’ round under covers
Blowin’ kisses like we’re lovers

I like the way that you taste
When you’re all up in my face
Body’s touchin’ – mind’s corrupted
‘Cause my mind is in the gutter

Chris Crocker’s on the loose- Are you scared yet?

I hear the freaks come out at midnight
I’ve got you workin’ up an appetite
Now are you sure that you should take a bite
‘Cause once you do, then you are mine

Tired of waiting
Blood is racing
Out on patrol
I feel like Chasing you to date me
is a race of its own
You are my property now baby
So come fetch your bone
I’mma Crock ya Sock ya Rock ya, baby
I’m on control

(repeat Chorus)

You’ve got my mind in the gutter, baby
You’ve got me so damn twisted lately
I’ve lost my life to another, baby
I lost my mind.. Mind in the gutter

Related posts on Ms Chris Crocker on this blog:

What would Chris Crocker do?

“The bitch had it comin’”

Nachtrag zu “the more haters, the merrier” – The Chris Crocker Experience

“the more haters, the merrier” – The Chris Crocker Experience

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Sunday Song #29: “What makes a man a man?”

Posted by stylebitch on September 21, 2008

Watched the absolutely fabulous “Wigstock – The Movie” last night and was totally amazed by the high pitched energy and positive vibes pouring out of my LCD tv. Wow! Ru Paul, Lady Bunny, Perfidia, Lypsinka, Mistress Formika, Joey Arias – the most courageous, fiercest, funniest and wisest women in the world are drag queens. Period! It saddened me to later find out that the festival has been canceled in 2005. Does anyone have more on that?

Also touching, Flloyd’s rednition of the Aznavour classic “What makes a man a man”, which was also sung recently by what remains to be Liza Minnelli. You have to adore her, I guess, but her flat interpretations are starting to annoy me. Anyway, here are the two clips and, below, the lyrics.

My mum and I we live alone
A great apartment is our home
In Fairhome Towers
I have to keep me company
Two dogs, a cat, a parakeet
Some plants and flowers
I help my mother with the chores
I wash, she dries, I do the floors
We work together
I shop and cook and sow a bit
Though mum does too I must admit
I do it better
At night I work in a strange bar
Impersonating every star
I’m quite deceiving
The customers come in with doubt
And wonder what I’m all about
But leave believing
I do a very special show
Where I am nude from head to toe
After stripteasing
Each night the men look so surprised
I change my sex before their eyes
Tell me if you can
What makes a man a man


At 3 o’clock or so I meet
With friends to have a bite to eat
And conversation
We love to empty out our hearts
With every subject from the arts
To liberation
We love to pull apart someone
And spread some gossip just for fun
Or start a rumour
We let our hair down, so to speak
And mock ourselves with tongue-in-cheek
And inside humour
So many times we have to pay
For having fun and being gay
It’s not amusing
There’s always those that spoil our games
By finding fault and calling names
Always accusing
They draw attention to themselves
At the expense of someone else
It’s so confusing
Yet they make fun of how I talk
And imitate the way I walk
Tell me if you can
What makes a man a man


My masquerade comes to an end
And I go home to bed again
Alone and friendless
I close my eyes, I think of him
I fantasise what might have been
My dreams are endless
We love each other but it seems
The love is only in my dreams
It’s so one sided
But in this life I must confess
The search for love and hapiness
Is unrequited
I ask myself what I have got
Of what I am and what I’m not
What have I given
The answers come from those who make
The rules that some of us must break
Just to keep living
I know my life is not a crime
I’m just a victim of my time
I stand defenceless
Nobody has the right to be
The judge of what is right for me
Tell me if you can
What make a man a man


Tell me if you can
Tell me if you can
Tell me if you can
What makes a man a man

Love, Peace & Change.

The Bitch

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Never forget: YES! WE! CAN! ***Obama/Biden 08***

Posted by stylebitch on September 14, 2008

What will.i.am (Black Eyed Peas) had to say to his work:

“I was sitting in my recording studio watching the debates…
Torn between the candidates
I was never really big on politics…
and actually I’m still not big on politics…
but 4 years ago, me and the black eyed peas supported Kerry…
And we supported Kerry with all our might…
We performed and performed and performed for the DNC…
doing all we could do to get the youth involved…

The outcome of the last 2 elections has saddened me…
on how unfair, backwards, upside down, unbalanced, untruthful,
corrupt, and just simply, how wrong the world and “politics” are…

So this year i wanted to get involved and do all i could early…

And i found myself torn…
because this time it’s not that simple…
our choices aren’t as clear as the last elections …
last time it was so obvious…
Bush and war vs. no bush and no war…

But this time it’s not that simple…
and there are a lot of people that are torn just like i am…
So for awhile I put it off and i was going to wait until it was decided for me…

And then came New Hampshire…
And i was captivated…
Inspired…”

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