🎵 Monthly Song Challenge 🎵

Day 9: A song that’s originally done by a man, but covered by a woman
(+1 = 18) (-1 = 17)

I was 16 when I first encountered psilocybe cubensis, or ringslätskivling as it's known in Swedish. A non-descript, white-and-brown little mushroom, which grows in the wild pretty much all over the country. A friend of mine had picked a few, dried them, and called me over to try some. I was confused. Why would anyone enjoy dried mushrooms?

Oh, it's not due to their taste, that's for sure.

I don't remember much of that night. She explained to me that they were magic. They'd make us see things. She brought out a history book which detailed their use and history in Scandinavia, with records dating back as far as the viking age. That was about all the information we had to go on, in a time just before the internet had it's big break through.

"How do we...."
"Just... chew, I guess?"

Fuck, they are really, really gross. Then, darkness. The occasional ray of light illuminating my memory. Music nestled its way under our skin. The hairs on our arms danced a timid dance. The wallpaper swirled, and everything shifted to a warmer hue. Hands found hands, forearms, backs, bra clasps. Darkness again.

A beautiful experience. Decades later and we still revisit this land of Dreams from time to time.

Dreams. Music. Pop. Psychedelic pop. Dream pop.

Once, we ground the little buggers up and put them into capsules (dear internet, you are a godsend), and went to a concert in Gothenburg. A new band was playing, Little Dragon, and they played something called Dream Pop. A wonderous, floaty, soft electronica that makes you want to dance and sing and just exist right there, in the moment.

Listening to Little Dragon playing live while the entire world was melting around us is the closest I've ever gotten to a religious experience.
I swear I saw something divine that night.

Little Dragon - Millionaire

Original by André 3000 and Kelis. André has top billing on writing, so I think this one might pass todays theme?
Otherwise, you know where my butt is @morelikeasong


They've also written one of my favorite lines of all time.
Riding a unicorn through your Dalí
 
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Honestly I could probably go 50+ songs on this. Pretty much what @AmberLGreen Undercover skanks thread is about. I think that was inspired by my love of Miley Cyrus covering songs. Maybe Wallflowers around Tom Petty’s death while I was banned and she would post songs for me.
 
Day 9: A song that's originally done by a man, but covered by a woman

Ironically, I heard her version before I heard Meatloaf's.
Love her or hate her, she's got a voice.
+1

Currently +7 for the month not counting perfect attendance.
 
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(+1 = 18)

I was 16 when I first encountered psilocybe cubensis, or ringslätskivling as it's known in Swedish. A non-descript, white-and-brown little mushroom, which grows in the wild pretty much all over the country. A friend of mine had picked a few, dried them, and called me over to try some. I was confused. Why would anyone enjoy dried mushrooms?

Oh, it's not due to their taste, that's for sure.

I don't remember much of that night. She explained to me that they were magic. They'd make us see things. She brought out a history book which detailed their use and history in Scandinavia, with records dating back as far as the viking age. That was about all the information we had to go on, in a time just before the internet had it's big break through.

"How do we...."
"Just... chew, I guess?"

Fuck, they are really, really gross. Then, darkness. The occasional ray of light illuminating my memory. Music nestled its way under our skin. The hairs on our arms danced a timid dance. The wallpaper swirled, and everything shifted to a warmer hue. Hands found hands, forearms, backs, bra clasps. Darkness again.

A beautiful experience. Decades later and we still revisit this land of Dreams from time to time.

Dreams. Music. Pop. Psychedelic pop. Dream pop.

Once, we ground the little buggers up and put them into capsules (dear internet, you are a godsend), and went to a concert in Gothenburg. A new band was playing, Little Dragon, and they played something called Dream Pop. A wonderous, floaty, soft electronica that makes you want to dance and sing and just exist right there, in the moment.

Listening to Little Dragon playing live while the entire world was melting around us is the closest I've ever gotten to a religious experience.
I swear I saw something divine that night.

Little Dragon - Millionaire

Original by André 3000 and Kelis. André has top billing on writing, so I think this one might pass todays theme?
Otherwise, you know where my butt is @morelikeasong


They've also written one of my favorite lines of all time.
Riding a unicorn through your Dalí
My first time with psilocybe cubensis was in a large movie theater, watching Pink Floyd's The Wall when it first came out. An all together different experience...
 
My first time with psilocybe cubensis was in a large movie theater, watching Pink Floyd's The Wall when it first came out. An all together different experience...
That.... Different I don't think does it justice. You say "first" so I guess you came back to them sooner or later, but damn, that must've been an intense maiden voyage. I still don't like movies/moving pictures while traveling, and I'd consider myself an experienced psychonaut by now.
 
(+1 = 18)

I was 16 when I first encountered psilocybe cubensis, or ringslätskivling as it's known in Swedish. A non-descript, white-and-brown little mushroom, which grows in the wild pretty much all over the country. A friend of mine had picked a few, dried them, and called me over to try some. I was confused. Why would anyone enjoy dried mushrooms?

Oh, it's not due to their taste, that's for sure.

I don't remember much of that night. She explained to me that they were magic. They'd make us see things. She brought out a history book which detailed their use and history in Scandinavia, with records dating back as far as the viking age. That was about all the information we had to go on, in a time just before the internet had it's big break through.

"How do we...."
"Just... chew, I guess?"

Fuck, they are really, really gross. Then, darkness. The occasional ray of light illuminating my memory. Music nestled its way under our skin. The hairs on our arms danced a timid dance. The wallpaper swirled, and everything shifted to a warmer hue. Hands found hands, forearms, backs, bra clasps. Darkness again.

A beautiful experience. Decades later and we still revisit this land of Dreams from time to time.

Dreams. Music. Pop. Psychedelic pop. Dream pop.

Once, we ground the little buggers up and put them into capsules (dear internet, you are a godsend), and went to a concert in Gothenburg. A new band was playing, Little Dragon, and they played something called Dream Pop. A wonderous, floaty, soft electronica that makes you want to dance and sing and just exist right there, in the moment.

Listening to Little Dragon playing live while the entire world was melting around us is the closest I've ever gotten to a religious experience.
I swear I saw something divine that night.

Little Dragon - Millionaire

Original by André 3000 and Kelis. André has top billing on writing, so I think this one might pass todays theme?
Otherwise, you know where my butt is @morelikeasong


They've also written one of my favorite lines of all time.
Riding a unicorn through your Dalí
Rad story and song, per usual. Grinding and putting in a capsule… yes, that does sound like a better method. Certainly better than in a peanut butter sandwich.

Unfortunately your song choice doesn’t fit today’s theme. That’s a Kelis song, not an Andre 3000 song. You aren’t kicked out of the points challenge because you didn’t break the cardinal rule, but you don’t earn that point today. You’re back at 17.

Now, bend over.

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That.... Different I don't think does it justice. You say "first" so I guess you came back to them sooner or later, but damn, that must've been an intense maiden voyage. I still don't like movies/moving pictures while traveling, and I'd consider myself an experienced psychonaut by now.
I am old, and experimental, and I have dabbled in about everything. (After my girlfriend dumped me the week before my senior prom, the day of I put on my rented tux, dropped acid, and drove to the beach. Weird day...) I have tried several different hallucinogens, and I enjoyed mushrooms the most, though I no longer partake. Took peyote in a quasi-religious structure after a three-day fast, though I think my cousins were fucking with me on the religious part. (Arapaho didn't do peyote, heh. Found that out after...) But yeah, it was definitely spiritual.
 
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