#red blues

[rmichaelwahlquist]

The Red Blues from 1957's Silk Stockings starring Cyd Charisse

me (singing): *I got the red blues!*

my son: what're the red blues?

me: it's when a communist is sad.

my son: what's a communist?

I don't always go for musicals but when I do I go for Silk Stockings, a hilarious story of a frigid soviet agent sent to retrieve an AWOL soviet composer and the three previous bumbling agents sent to bring him back. Instead she discovers Fred Astaire and joy of wearing fine underthings. 

No lie, one of my professors and I had a full-blown music nerd discussion about this film last Friday. One of my favorite movies of all time for sure.

[saltystockings]

Tonight appears to be one one of those nights where I slob around and wish that'd stuck with ballet so I could dance like Cyd Charisse. She is so fucking cool.

[photographsarepoetry]

I'm tumbling down But I can't stop Losing control And my heart's all a-rot But I don't know what to do But let my wrists bleed My tears for me And I watch 'em fall But what can I do? The puddle on the ground And turn the soil blue Not blue, red I can't hear myself Over the noise in my head But where does it come from? Won't it shut up? It screams over me Straining to be heard Don't you hear it? It's screaming these words.

It's The Noise In My Head That's Making Me Scream