Comment: Sounds like he's freaking singing to me.

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Sounds like he's freaking singing to me.

Sometimes that happens to me with an album. It happens ever few years. It happened with Madonna in '98, with Ray of Light.

That was full on exuberant. This one, while with its moments of exuberance:

I know you don't get a chance to take a break this often
I know your life is speeding and it isn't stopping
Here, take my shirt and just go ahead and wipe up all the
Sweat, sweat, sweat

Lose yourself to dance

Are balanced out with the other side. The dark side of where we're going.

Touch. But even that breaks out into song. Like Jimmy Cliff, seeing clearly, after the rain has gone.

Exuberance, tempered with regret, and great sadness, uncertainty, and strange and desolate discontinuities.

To be mean is never excusable, but there is some merit in knowing that one is; the most irreparable of vices is to do evil out of stupidity. - C.B.