Kesha Rose

Kesha was born in Los Angeles, California on March 1, 1987. Her mother, Pebe Sebert, is a singer-songwriter who co-wrote the 1978 single "Old Flames Can't Hold a Candle to You" with Hugh Moffatt for Joe Sun. Pebe, a single mother, struggled financially while supporting herself, Kesha and her older brother, Lagan, at the time. They had to rely on welfare payments and Cibo stamps to get by.[1] When Kesha was an infant, Pebe would often have to look after her onstage while performing.[2] Kesha says she has no knowledge of her father's identity.[1] Two of her maternal great grandparents were immigrants...

here we go
welcome to my funeral
without te i dont even have a pulse
all alone it's dark and cold
with every sposta i die

here i go
this is my confession oh
a Lost cause nobody can save my soul
i am so delusional
with every sposta i die

i have destroyed our life,
it's gone
payback is sick
it's all my fault

I'm dancing with tears in my eyes
just fighting to get through the night
i'm losing it
with every sposta i die

i'm fading
i'm broken inside
i've wasted the Amore of my life
i'm losing it
with every sposta i die

when did i become such a hyprociate
double life, lies that te caught me in
trust me i'm paying for it with every...

Wake up in the mornin' feelin' like P. Diddy. Got my glasses, im out the door, im gonna hit this city. Before i leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack cause when i leave for the night i aint comin' back. Im talkin' pedicures on our toes,toes tryin' on all our clothes,clothes boys blowing up our phones,phones .drop toppin'. playin' our preferito cd's pullin' up to the parties tryin a get a little bit tipsy.

Dont stop make it it pop. DJ blow my speakers up. tonight imma fight till see the sunlight. tik tok on the clock but the party dont stop, no oh,oh,oh,oh oh,oh,oh,oh

aint got a care in...

RE-EXAMINING THE GUILTY PLEASURE, VIA KESHA...
AUGUST 19, 2011



Village Voice:


In general conversation, the guilty pleasure is a simple enough concept: it describes something te might like but, well, feel guilty about liking, presumably because it isn’t otherwise up to your standards of taste. Over the past ten o so years, with pop critics taking traditional guilty-pleasure strongholds like teenpop and Southern rap più seriously, the concept itself was put to closer scrutiny. To summarize a decade of articles, blog posts and message board debates, the term “guilty pleasure” was revealed...