From the soundtrack to Cunt, where its inappropriateness (the purity of sentimental 50s doo-wop) breathes a beautiful irony into the game's otherwise grotesque subject matter.
Still though, internally the song speaks of its own self contradictions with its off beats and the intentional break up of its own flow. It acknowledges its own quaint and antique nature with the sounds of dead technology (the sound of the needle on the record embedded in the music itself) punctuating its themes of inspiration and care. Its very wrongness makes it so right. It declares its own quixotic nature.
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