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Its been years nearly since Lorde reminded us she is the purity part in the best essence of the talent that is in the center of the Haus of Gaga. She simply does what A National Anthem, A mega-marketed techno extravaganza wonder of the new world Grammy illuminati Bowie holographic sideshow melody, and an oh so tori Amos rape and piano bit... but- at the oscars. faaaannnnccyyy...cant.
Clearly a media run, on a softer kinder gentle simple singing and being all pretty fame monster. There is hype and over promotion being blatantly understated and my nose tells me something, maybe even,dare I say-good(again-like bornthisway)is looming and great in it's ...loom. But in the midst/mist of all the slapping around dramatic drowning out any sound or summer wear sensational spread and or beach blanket/ball poolside flotie-esque-cessory collection--like Venus o d Seafoam, a powerful Goddess gracefully rises out of the still little ripples of the naturally peaceful brackish warmth of the universe. glowing out a mere and unadulterated hum of perfect sound and softly shining rising and rotating and resting faintly in the horizons perfect spaciousness and becoming faintly in an orbit that will be a part of our lives without even seemingly being. Subtle perfection. Perfection like a cats shy affection or a bullet in the breeze with no target intent only speeding in wind like all we know of as the air...are the bullet and it's breeze.