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Guess who just got Radiohead tickets for Madison Square Garden on June 14! That's my last day of school. If you believe in karma, then don't be suprised when you read the obits sometime soon and learn how a girl not-so-tragically died from a papercut or was killed by a new breed of mutant squirrels or something.

Just saying.

Speaking of shit you don't care about, you should totally check out these songs:

Elkland - Apart - The latest group of faux-Brits to one-up the Killers in the synth boy band game. This song's like pop rocks: it's euphoria for a second or two, but not exactly a meal replacement or anything. I've heard some of their other songs and they are truly incubators for suicide, so enjoy this flash in the pan for what it is: a cute little head bouncer that's just downed a few pixie sticks.

Lee Hazelwood and Nancy Sinatra - Some Velvet Morning - This song floats in and out of suave crooning to tinkling sunshine-lollipops-and-rainbows whispering. The contrast is hopelessly weird and circus-y. Adding to the kitsch are the cheesy/cool lyrics : "flowers are the things we know/ secrets are the things we grow"

Primal Scream and Kate Moss - Some Velvet Morning - Okay, say the Lee Hazelwood version of this song had a kid. Then say the fabulously wealthy young thing moved to New York to go to art school and pretend to be poor, all while wearing lots of eyeliner and black nail polish to give his derelicte vibe that much more cred. This would totally be his theme song.

Free Diamonds - Blind Boys - This is an airtight Strokes-y pop song, made perfectly wobbly by the fact that the singer, should he ever audition for American Idol, would be told to kill himself immediately by Simon. Even Paula would cry a little and say "Alright, now you're just fucking with me." That's the cool thing about some indie music. Having no talent can sometimes work in your favor.

And everything on the Ellen Allien/Apparat cd Orchestra of Bubbles. So hot right now.