I’m usually the last person that is aware of whatever meme is going around; mostly, if ever, I learn about them in whatever last year’s magazine found in the dentist’s waiting room. But last week this one caught my attention as it spiraled by for at least the fourth time and inspired a song:
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I may not care for techno
I may not care for house
But the good ol’ Harlem Shake
Has me up all raised and roused
It’s a pulsating movement
Everyone join in!
Fight your persecutors
Let the mutiny begin!
Thrust your pelvis forward
Thrust your pelvis back
Thrust your pelvis forward
Thrust your pelvis back
Pump your fist!
Who cares if it’s overdone
Or not the original dance
The stakes are high for some
Way deeper than at first glance
Do it in the air
Do it in disguise
Do it in a swimming pool
Do it eating fries
Thrust your pelvis forward
Thrust your pelvis back
Thrust your pelvis forward
Thrust your pelvis back
Pump your fist!
They’re doing it in Cairo
And rightly so I say
When the regime is out to get you
Best dance the night away!
Thrust your pelvis forward
Thrust your pelvis back
Thrust your pelvis forward
Thrust your pelvis back
Pump your fist!
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Probably a bit lame, but I’m sticking it up here anyway, under poetry. Maybe someone will have a melody for it: be my guest as long as you keep me informed… You know what I mean.