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Brand Nu

I guess you're wondering if i've suddenly experienced an epiphany and have suddenly changed my ways. No such luck darlings. I'm still the same mean lascivious human i know. I hope! Anyways, i have'nt seen any visions and i'm not the one that is "brand nu". It's Drake's "Brand New" that has got my knickers in a twist so badly that i have to blog about it.

Have you heard this song?if you have'nt, google it. Its a fantastic piece of work. The ultimate baby-making song. Makes you wanna do things. The melody caresses you while ur driving home from work at 10pm, tired and cranky. The words speak to your unconscious mind and ask you.."is anything he's/she's doing brand new?" This song is sexy in its form and its content. when i listen to this song, it feels like im eating oysters. Decadent.

Anyways, here's a lil gift from me to you. Enjoy....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggHJwJ-KpF0
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Sisem E. Naidem said…
Funny enough, I can't still seem to get what all the buzz concerning Drake is all about. To be honest, I've heard just one song and never seen his vids. Maybe I'll check this one out later.... My first time here, by the way. Will be back for more...
September 12, 2009 at 6:42 PM
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