C: Creep by Postmodern Jukebox (Haley Reinhart)

Welcome AtoZ-ers and other blog friends! This month I'm participating in the AtoZ blogging challenge, and you'll see a post every day (except Sundays) about one of the Songs of my Heart. Today's edition: Creep, as recorded by Postmodern Jukebox (Haley Reinhart).  (If my embed doesn't work, listen at this link).

Like a lot of people, I first encountered this song in the early 1990s when Radiohead released it. I liked it then (here's a link in case you haven't heard it). It had a sadness to it that appealed to my early 20s self. And I liked the harder guitars underneath. I mean, who doesn't feel like a creep or a weirdo sometimes in the early 20s?

Then I kind of forgot about the song until the movie Book of Life came out in 2014 and Diego Luna covered it (yep, another link). It was really different with just a simple acoustic guitar and his thinner more wheedling rendition that goes more desperate when he get to the chorus.  

Then my husband introduced me to Postmodern Jukebox, now one of my favorite musical acts. I'm not such a "live music venue" girl (I like control over the volume), but I joyfully went to one of their concerts with Sweetman. Kind of like Retrofuturism in literature, they take old songs and make them new by making them older--singing them in styles of the 30s to 60s. 

their website

Anyway, Postmodern Jukebox gender flipped the song, and gave it a torch singer vibe, amping up the rough emotional edge of that chorus and my soul zinged. I have a thing for covers that really reinterpret a song and make it into something entirely different than its first iteration (you'll see others from me this month), and this version of Creep does that for me. Breaks my heart on "I wish I was special." Daaaannnggg.

Lyrics from AtoZlyrics: 

When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

Oh, oh

She's running out again
She's running out
She run, run, run, run
Run

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so f*cking special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here 

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