I hate writing about Lykke Li sometimes. It’s like trying to describe a bubble. It’s kind of a rainbow, but also absolutely clear. You remember a perfect circle, but wasn’t it shifting the whole time? It was definitely there, but now it’s not, and I can’t prove it’s existence. Where are we now?
I’ve been entirely taken by sorrow to some of her music. I’ve danced and ran as hard as I could to her at other times. I’ve met her a few times, but it was so nondescript that I wouldn’t bother reporting on it. Was she ever really there?
Carousel is the very best of Lykke Li.
Off her fever dream of an EP Eyeye, in Carousel I find comfort in knowing that it’s not just me caught in a cycle. Whether it’s love, drugs, success or any other number of obsessions, the pain is equal to the pleasure. The familiarity of symmetry keeps you on.
Never rained like this
Never hurt like this
Oh, carousel
I’m under your spell
Hurts like hell
Oh, carousel
I'm Just Gonna Dance All Night 