Must. Stay. Awake. For. The. Debate. This effort is very much being helped along by Marc in Berlin who insisted I read over his article on tropical rainforests in zeppelin hangarsHere is the article. when he finished writing it, but who then instead proceeded to procrastinate over on MemeFirst. I did manage to get a gift certificate for iTunes out of it, however, and this soon led to the purchase of a maddeningly boppy song, “I’d rather dance with you” by Bergen’s own Kings of Convenience.

Check out the whole video on iTunes — I am finding it hard to resist the urge to join in with the silly steps, and since the alternative is catatonic sleep, I am grateful.

But the song doesn’t just work at the gut level. The lyrics wink at you as they seduce:

I’d rather dance with you than talk with you
So why don’t we just move into the other room
There’s space for us to shake, and hey, I like this tune

Even if I could hear what you said
I doubt my reply would be interesting for you to hear
Because I haven’t read a single book all year
And the only film I saw, I didn’t like it at all

…

The music’s too loud and the noise from the crowd
Increases the chance of misinterpretation
So let your hips do the talking
I’ll make you laugh by acting like the guy who sings
And you’ll make me smile by really getting into the swing

See, because even though he’s saying how he’d rather not talk, he is talking; and even though he denies being interesting, she doubts it; and though he pretends to describe, he is actually telling her what to do. Somehow, at 3am, that comes across as profound.