“It was just an ordinary afternoon,” croons Sam Sparro to a dance beat. The story becomes “complicated”. “In my attempt to drive away my blues, I got discombobulated.” It’s great fun to find a six syllable word in a song, especially one that, in my memory, hasn’t been overused. A dance of delight, in my discombobulated eartaste fashion. And when as I dance the night away, I can sing with Sam, “I need some H2O down my throat.” Entertaining song, with shoutouts for Sam Sparro and Black and Gold.
Sam Sparro