So, My #2 Most Beloved Gwen Stefani-Related Moment are the songs New and Cool, both in regards to my time spent in Australia. More specifically, my time spent in Australia with my
To save the long story for my own personal Dear Diary journal entry (and therapy sessions [and poetry jams]) we met at a nightclub in Australia and it pretty much took off from there. Everything about how I felt that night, and the following months of our courtship, is pretty much summed up by this song (and somewhat the video as well):
"New"
Don't let it go away
This feeling has got to stay
Don't let it go away
This feeling has got to stay
And I can't believe I've had this chance now
Don't let it go away
New, you're so new
You, you're new
And I never had this taste in the past
New, you're so new
My normal hesitation is gone
And I really gravitate to your will
Are you here to fetch me out?
'Cause I've never had this taste in my mouth
Oh you're not old
And you're not familiar
Recently discovered and I'm learning about you
New, you're so new
You, you're new
And you're consuming me violently
And your reverence shamelessly tempting me
Who sent this maniac?
'Cause I never had this taste in the past
Oh you're different, you're different from the former
Like a fresh battery, I'm energized by you
Don't let it go away
This feeling has got to stay
Don't let it go away
This feeling has got to stay
And I can't believe I've had this chance now
Don't let it go away
Why am I so curious?
This territory is dangerous
I'll probably end up at the start
I'll be back in line with my broken heart
New, you're so new
You, you're new
And I never had this taste in the past
Don't let it go away
This feeling has got to stay
Don't let it go away
This feeling has got to stay
And I can't believe I've had this chance now
Don't let it go away
And I can't believe it
Can't believe it
Can't believe it
Can't believe it
Don't let it go away, this feeling has got to stay
Don't let it go away
So, good times. (How can you have anything but good times in a place this effing beautiful?) Unfortunately, good dating times aren't so easy to have when you live the entire length of the Pacific Ocean apart. So "New" has evolved into "Cool":
(Did I mention this is probably the most beautiful video ever shot? I'm not even talking about Gwen [although she looks adorable in brown hair and that retro dress, and the classiest lady I would ever consider sexually reassigning myself for when she's rolling around on that bed]. For reals, though, look at that scenery! Booking a flight to Italy as we speak.)
(Okay, I'm full of lies. Just watch the damn video.)
"Cool"
It's hard to remember how it felt before
Now I found the love of my life...
Passes things get more comfortable
Everything is going right
And after all the obstacles
It's good to see you now with someone else
And it's such a miracle that you and me are still good friends
After all that we've been through
I know we're cool
We used to think it was impossible
Now you call me by my new last name
Memories seem like so long ago
Time always kills the pain
Remember Harbor Boulevard
The dreaming days where the mess was made
Look how all the kids have grown
We have changed but we're still the same
After all that we've been through
I know we're cool
And I'll be happy for you
If you can be happy for me
Circles and triangles, and now we're hangin' out with your new girlfriend
So far from where we've been
I know we're cool
Just look at Gwen's dead-on-accurate facial expressions in this vid! You so know she absolutely hates this and is trying her best to be polite and friendly to her old flame and his new gal. That is exactly what I imagine my own face to look like when I inevitably go through the same thing, whenever in the future that is. It will probably happen when I'm in sweatpants, not wearing makeup, stepping off a plane, jetlagged, and not at my Italian villa when I look absolutely perfect and put together. Anyways, I'm crossing my fingers that I'll be able to be satisfied the rest of my life with just "Cool". (For the past few months it's been more akin to these lyrics. Or, ya know, from time to time, these.)
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