I approached making this mix a number of different ways. At first I wanted a theme to make use of or a story to tell, one incarnation of which was a “Femme Fetale” mix which may yet see the light of day because let’s face it: Everyone loves a good femme fetale. I kept making mixes for days and then scrapping them, uncertain of what approach to take when suddenly I realized it: I should make a mix about me!
Narcissistic? Of course! But it makes sense, I swear! You see, most of my posts here are going to (in theory) be about me and the soundtrack to my life so it’s logical that my mix would be Amber-centric. And what exactly can we glean from this mix? Well, I’m just like Abby. I want to just get to the part where we bang. And I have some pretty sweet taste in tunes, too.
Oh, and the picture? I swear it was Abby’s idea.
I can be a good friend and I can be a good lover but I can’t do both.
When I used to go out, I would know everyone that I saw. Now I go out alone if I go out at all.
I told you I was trouble.
Hard to be soft, tough to be tender.
In a cold morning holding her lighter, wan White Shadow Waltz walks right through her prison walls.
I’m a fool for a man who is not fixated on himself but not if he’s fixated on somebody else.
I guess I’m young but I feel so weary.
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba, doonoo doonoo doonoo doonoo.
I can’t help havin’ a good time!
I swear I fall in love every minute on the street.
All those men say you’ll never walk alone but you’ll never let them break your little heart.
There’s a boy across the river but alas I cannot swim. I never will get to put my arms around him.