The verses sound like a nursery rhyme or military hymn, with a melody like primary colors. But the chorus goes all apey and provides zero resolution. It’s like somebody giving you a gentle massage punctuated with stabs from a meat tenderizer.
The result: You spend every verse waiting for the next chorus—something violently intriguing, made to shock you out of your workaday stupor—and every chorus waiting for the next verse, safe and cozy like a good pot pie.
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All this post does is make me want to eat pie.
Well, not all. But that’s certainly a key effect.
FTC disclosure: I received three dozen free frozen pot pies from Stouffer’s to include that last image.
heck yah Devan awesome post- halo is the same way for me- beyonce’s songs are definitely as good (or better) than potpie
Yeah, Halo stays in my head for days every time I hear it…
I do love some pot pie though…