I had a terrible thought yesterday.
I
woke up with one of my pop songs in my head, and it was playing in
there all day, and at some point I was singing it while pulling clothes
out of the washing machine, and I wondered... 'What if I sang it in an
Australian accent?'
I
know. Disgusting. It worked, but I felt so dirty. Courtney Barnett is
like calcified duck poo gold-panning on my eardrums. I am happy to
enunciate a lot of words Aus way inside my tracks, without thinking, but
not okay with sounding like someone clangin' on at Centrelink about how
the baby bonus ain't what it used to be.
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