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You know I would
5/14/2011, 10:08 am
Filed under: Cat, Frustrations, Geek-Out, Happy!, Music, Nostalgia, School, Social, Spirituality

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Oh baby,
I’m so tired
The man…from the government
The man…from the tax board
The man…from the public school
The man owns the golden rule,
yeah
I’m everybody’s slave, I made you my slave
You said this I do for you
If it would help to give the world back
What it gave, then I would
I would
I would
I would
I would for you
I would for you
You say my eyes are crazy eyes
Sometimes they are and so are you
And if you wonder what I would do
I would do anything if I could
You know I would
I would
I would
I would for you
I would for you
I would for you
I would for you
I would for you

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And a nice drive in the country…
2/3/2011, 5:02 am
Filed under: Frustrations, Geek-Out, Happy!, Music, Nostalgia

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Neutral Milk Hotel - On Avery Island
And the first one tore a picture
Of a dead and hanging man
Who was kissing foreign fishes
That flew right out from this hands
And when I put my arms around him
I felt the blushing blood run through my cheeks
And an eeriness surrounded when his tongue began to speak
And he said…Oh boy you are so pretty
Enough to wrap tight in rice-paper string…
And when I finally kissed him the whole world began to ring
Lost like a bell that’s tipping over
With two cracks along both sides
And I knew the world was over so I took a look outside
And watched the fires that were reaching
Up to the weather vane and the tops of trees
And the waiting scene and the sunday dream
They’re all waiting here for me

Deli markets with their flower stands
Pretty girls and the burning men
Hanging out on the hooks next to the window displays
And I took out my tongue twice removed from my face
Across a bridge and across the mountains
Threw a nickel in the fountain
To save my soul from all these troubled times
And all the drugs that I don’t have the guts to take
To soothe my mind so I’m always sober
Always aching, always heading towards
Mass suicide, occult figurines
And wasted gas-station attendants
Attending to their jobs
And a nice drive in the country
Finds a nice cliff to drop off
Oh when this life just gets so grating
All the grittiness of life
But don’t take those pills your boyfriend gave you
You’re too wonderful to die

And the last one tore a picture
From the pornographic page
But all the pleasure points attacking
All the looks of love were staged
And its a lie that you’ve been giving
It just hurts you everyday
So why should I lay here naked
When its just too far away
From anything we could call loving
Any love worth living for
So I’ll sleep out in the gutter
You can sleep here on the floor
And when I wake up in the morning
I won’t forget to lock the door
Because with a match that’s mean and some gasoline
You won’t see me anymore
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Every time I look at you…pins me to the ground (redux)
1/29/2011, 4:50 pm
Filed under: Geek-Out, Happy!, Music, Nostalgia

I’ve posted this one before, however on Sound Opinions today they were talking about shoe gazer and specifically, My Bloody Valentine’s Loveless. Though it is not a very popular opinion, I have always been partial to Isn’t Anything. I’ve only met one person who agrees with me…I don’t know; maybe it’s just a case of the right time, the right place when I first heard it.
Well, here is a track from that album. It’s a dirty-beautiful song that (in my mind at least) was written for a dirty-beautiful girl.

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My Bloody Valentine - Isn't Anything

Cupid come from coffee cup
Sickly heavy heart
Semi-set adrift in your
Lifted sugar eye
Come back down I’m waiting here
And lick me with your fire
Connected silver tounges
Our lips beside

Every time I look at you
Pins me to the ground
Mirror me your memories please
And let me help you down
Swallow me into your bed
With glimpses of your thighs
Forget your vanity
Come cupid come
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Back in the 90’s…
12/21/2010, 9:00 am
Filed under: Fashion, Geek-Out, Happy!, Music, Nostalgia, Politics, Spirituality

Since watching that awesome video last Sunday, Rebel Girl has been stuck in my head! Hopefully now I can get it stuck in yours…

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That girl thinks she’s the queen of the neighborhood
She’s got the hottest trike in town
That girl she holds her head up so high
I think I wanna be her best friend, yeah

Rebel girl, Rebel girl
Rebel girl you are the queen of my world
Rebel girl, Rebel girl
I think I wanna take you home
I wanna try on your clothes oh

When she talks, I hear the revolutions
In her hips, there’s revolutions
When she walks, the revolution’s coming
In her kiss, I taste the revolution

Rebel girl, Rebel girl
Rebel girl you are the queen of my world
Rebel girl, Rebel girl
I know I wanna take you home
I wanna try on your clothes oh

That girl thinks she’s the queen of the neighborhood
I got news for you, she is!
They say she’s a dyke, but I know
She is my best friend, yeah

Rebel girl, Rebel girl
Rebel girl you are the queen of my world
Rebel girl, Rebel girl
I know I wanna take you home
I wanna try on your clothes

Love you like a sister always
Soul sister, Rebel girl
Come and be my best friend
Will you Rebel girl?
I really like you
I really wanna be your best friend
Be my Rebel girl
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Is it you or your parents in this income tax bracket?
10/29/2010, 4:40 am
Filed under: Geek-Out, Music, Nostalgia, Social

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Cake - Motorcade of Generosity
Well, your CD collection looks shiny and costly
How much did you pay for your bad Moto Guzzi?
And how much did you spend on your black leather Jacket?
Is it you or your parents in this income tax bracket?

Now tickets to concerts, and drinking at clubs
Sometimes for music that you haven’t even heard of

And how much did you pay for your rock and roll T-shrit,
That proves you were there, that you heard of them first?

Now, how do you afford your rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle?
How do you afford your rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle?
How do you afford your rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle?
Oh, tell me.
Oh yeah, alright.
Alright.
ah yeah
alright oh.

How much did you pay for the chunk of his guitar,
The one he ruthlessly smashed at the end of the show?

And how much will he pay for a brand new guitar,
One which he’ll ruthlessly smash at the end of another show?

And how long will the workers keep building him new ones?
As long as their soda cans are red, white, and blue ones.

And how long will the workers keep building him new ones?
As long as their soda cans are red, white, and blue ones.

Yeah, aw, yeah, aw, yeah, all-right!
Huh, oh haw how huh

Aging black leather
And hospital bills
And tattoo removal
And dozens of pills

Your liver pays dearly now
For youthfull magic moments
But rock on completely
With some brand new components

Now, how do you afford you rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle?
How do you afford your rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle?
How do you afford your rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle?
All-right, aw yeah.
So good.
Oh baby.

Excess ain’t rebellion
You drinking what they’re selling
Your self destruction doesn’t hurt them
Your chaos won’t convert them
They’re so happy to rebuild it
You’ll never really kill it
Aw, yeah…
Excess ain’t rebellion
You drinking what they’re selling
Ooh, Excess ain’t rebellion, ah
You drinking, you drinking, aw yeah
You drinking what they’re selling
Oh, yeah.
All-right
Oh
Yeah
All……..right!
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Raising heck and writing checks… it ought to be unlawful
9/22/2010, 7:07 am
Filed under: Happy!, Music, Nostalgia, Social, Spirituality

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Carolina Chocolate Drops-Genuine Negro Jig
Cornbread and butter beans
and you across the table,
Eating beans and making love
as long as I am able,
Hoeing corn and cotton too,
and when the day is over,
Ride the mule, and cut the fool,
and love again all over.

Goodbye. Don’t you cry.
I’m going to Lou’siana,
Barkin dog and a big fat hog
and marry Suzy Anna.
Sing-song, ding-dong,
I’ll take a trip to China,
Cornbread and butter beans,
and back to North Carolina.

Wearing shoes and dranken booze
it goes against the Bible.
A necktie will make you die
and cause you lots of trouble.
Streetcars and whiskey bars
and kissing pretty women.
Women yay that’s the end
of a terrible beginning.

I can’t read and don’t care
and education’s awful.
Raising heck and writing checks,
it ought to be unlawful.
Silk clothes and frilly hose
is just a waste of money.
Come with me and stay with me
and say you’ll be my honey.
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Thinkin’ ’bout a life of crime
8/12/2010, 3:30 am
Filed under: Geek-Out, Happy!, Nostalgia

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Midnight
And I’m a-waitin’
On the twelve-0-five
Hopin’ it’ll take me
Just a little farther down the line

Moonlight
You’re just a heartache in disguise
Won’t you keep my heart from breakin’
If it’s only for a very short time

Playing with the queen of hearts
Knowin’ it ain’t really smart
The joker ain’t the only fool
Who’ll do anything for you
Laying out another lie
Thinkin’ ’bout a life of crime
‘Cos that’s what I’ll have to do
To keep me away from you

Honey, you know it makes you mad
Why is everybody tellin’ everybody
What you have done
Baby, I know it makes you sad
But when they’re handin’ out the heartaches
You know you got to have you some

Playing with the queen of hearts
Knowin’ it ain’t really smart
The joker ain’t the only fool
Who’ll do anything for you
Laying out another lie
Thinkin’ ’bout a life of crime
‘Cos that’s what I’ll have to do
To keep me away from you

Lovers, I know you’ve had a few
But hide your heart beneath the covers
And tell ’em they’re the only one
And others, they know just
What I’m going through
And it’s a-hard to be a lover
When you say you’re only in it for fun

Playing with the queen of hearts
Knowing it ain’t really smart
The joker ain’t the only fool
Who’ll do anything for you

Playing with the queen of hearts
And knowing it ain’t really smart
The joker ain’t the only fool
Who’ll do anything for you

And laying out another lie
Thinkin’ ’bout a life of crime
‘Cos that’s what I’ll have to do
To keep me away from you
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All day in my mind…
8/9/2010, 10:58 pm
Filed under: Geek-Out, Happy!, Music, Nostalgia

Kind of like that old friend you have nothing in common with anymore…but you can still hang out/talk/understand each other…even if it is only once a year…

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All day in my mind
I replay the second time we chimed
So sweet what a treat sensual
Skin on skin is swingingly swell

Fat treasures
Don’t compare to our pleasures
Kissing and suckling the boots, come unbuckling
Enter sexual altered states
No sleep, um, we’re staying awake

The music connects us
The rubber protects us
And what the neighbors think, just doesn’t effect us
Check my spot and dig my swirl, I’m a liberated girl

I need your loving
I want your love
I’ll be your friend
I’ll be your lover
I’ll be your friend
I’ll be your lover

Against me your body’s pressed
I want to hug and kiss you and all the rest
Forget your troubles, ills and aches
And like an earthquake our body shakes

Just turn up the frogger bass and enter sexual altered state,
Just turn up the frogger bass and enter sexual altered state,
Take off your shirt, I’ll take off my bra
A rub a dub lovin’, until you say, ahhh
Keep holding on, until you say, ahhh
Keep holding on, until you say, ahhh
Keep holding on, until you say, ahhh

I need your loving
I want your love
I’ll be your friend
I’ll be your lover
I’ll be your friend
I’ll be your lover

You’re smiles as big as the Brooklyn Bridge
You rock me like no one ever did
Live and let living, tripping not slipping
Chewing on a chicklet
Make me want to knee dip, let me roll my full hips

Rolling Philly’s acting silly, the hippy spliffy
Made you lick your lippy
Our love a dub rubbin’ is king size trippy

All day in my mind
I replay the second time we chimed
So sweet what a treat sensual
Skin on skin is swingingly swell

Keep holding on, until you say, ahhh
Keep holding on, until you say, ahhh
Keep holding on, until you say, ahhh

I-I-I need your loving
I want your love
I’ll be your friend
I’ll be your lover
I’ll be your friend
I’ll be your lover
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People look well in the dark
8/2/2010, 6:17 am
Filed under: Happy!, Music, Nostalgia, Social

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(one, two, three)
If you close the door
the night could last forever
Leave the sunshine out
and say hello to never

All the people are dancing
and they’re having such fun
I wish it could happen to me

But if you close the door
I’d never have to see the day again

If you close the door
the night could last forever
Leave the wine-glass out
and drink a toast to never

Oh, someday I know
someone will look into my eyes
And say hello
you’re my very special one

But if you close the door
I’d never have to see the day again

Dark party bars, shiny Cadillac cars
and the people on subways and trains
Looking gray in the rain, as they stand disarrayed
oh, but people look well in the dark

And if you close the door
the night could last forever
Leave the sunshine out
and say hello to never

All the people are dancing
and they’re having such fun
I wish it could happen to me

Cause if you close the door
I’d never have to see the day again
I’d never have to see the day again, once more
I’d never have to see the day again

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It seems so real…
7/31/2010, 7:25 am
Filed under: Frustrations, Geek-Out, Happy!, Music, Nostalgia, School, Spirituality

Hard to believe this song is 31 years old…

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Well it seems so real I can see it
And it seems so real I can feel it
And it seems so real I can taste it
And it seems so real I can hear it
So why can’t I touch it?
So why can’t I touch it?

Then it looks so real I can see it
And it feels so real I can feel it
And it tastes so real I can taste it
And it sounds so real I can hear it
So why can’t I touch it?
So why can’t I touch it?

Then it looks so real I can feel it
And it feels so real I can taste it
And it tastes so real I can hear it
And it sounds so real I can see it
So why can’t I touch it?
So why can’t I touch it?

Now it is so real I can see it
And it is so real I can feel it
And it is so real I can hear it
And it is so real I can be it
So why can’t I touch it?
So why can’t I touch it?

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Spotlight, Game Tight
7/17/2010, 11:38 am
Filed under: Geek-Out, Happy!, Music, Nostalgia

Ya, the intro is about two minutes long…but boy does it kick in.

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Extended Play E.P.
Sexy lover smokin’ with passion
step to the front if you wanna see the action
glance at the mic should I rock my style
it’s been a long time since I got buck wild
sometimes I feel lost in the sauce
when it comes down to who’s the boss
am I being too soft
feenin’ for your love and your special attention
trying to get you to look in my direction
eh you ’bout straight, put a cake in your oven
got to see me to get the good lovin’
wanna get the chance to sex and romance ya
on the dance floor, yeah you want more
I’m wit your girlfriends on the weekend
I give you all types of freakin’ now you tell me you’re leavin’
girl get a grip cause I’m hittin’ all angles
you know how the game goes
you gon’ feel shamefull

When you had it, you didn’t want it
now you ain’t got it, so you want it back
when you had it, you didn’t want it
now you ain’t got it, so you want it back
(you don’t want this)
when you had it, you didn’t want it
now you ain’t got it, so you want it back
(you want that)
when you had it, you didn’t want it
now you ain’t got it, so you want it back

Spotlight game tight
every night new sights
who would ever think life could be so nice
everything’s love til you find out the price
you’re saying you’re sick of the same routine
can’t serperate life from a floor style dream
you wanna take a look split from the scenes
when you thought you got a grip it’s true you lost steam
kick start strain but you can’t find step
in your place is a stud with a bit more pep
little less rep secret well kept
aid her when you need every night you slept
heard it all before can’t beleive it came true
hard to see what a good party’ll do
what ya gon’ do listen to your crew
shoulda took a better look at who’s sleeping with you

When you had it, you didn’t want it
now you ain’t got it, so you want it back
when you had it, you didn’t want it
now you ain’t got it, so you want it back
when you had it, you didn’t want it
now you ain’t got it, so you want it back
when you had it, you didn’t want it
now you ain’t got it, so you want it back

Everytime I turn around you’re lookin’ for somethin’ new
talkin’ ’bout who got to find something else to do
who you wit’ and what you want is just a fantasy
that’s why I keep tellin’ you your ass need to be with me

You know what I’m sayin’
that’s what you want…

When you had it, you didn’t want it
now you ain’t got it, so you want it back
when you had it, you didn’t want it
now you ain’t got it, so you want it back
when you had it, you didn’t want it
now you ain’t got it, so you want it back
when you had it, you didn’t want it
now you ain’t got it, so you want it back

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It’s the freakiest show
7/17/2010, 12:31 am
Filed under: Frustrations, General, Music, Nostalgia

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Hunky Dory
It’s a god-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling “No”
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she’s hooked to the silver screen
But the film is a saddening bore
‘Cause she’s lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on

Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
It’s the freakiest show
Take a look at the Lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he’ll ever know
He’s in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?

It’s on Amerika’s tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Now the workers have struck for fame
‘Cause Lennon’s on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns
But the film is a saddening bore
‘Cause I wrote it ten times or more
It’s about to be writ again
As I ask you to focus on

Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
It’s the freakiest show
Take a look at the Lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he’ll ever know
He’s in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?

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Ya, but remember their first album?
7/14/2010, 9:40 pm
Filed under: Frustrations, Music, Nostalgia

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Kingsbury Manx
if you could only stay
even for a day
we could spend some time
yes you’ve spent some time
i’ve seen you with your books
memorizing lines
up at some day school
making others out as fools
sweet autumn leaves seem to long for the pre-garden days
sweet autumn leaves seem to long for the pre-garden days

you and arthur meade
taught me how to read
and how to waste a day
paint pictures of photographs
i paint pictures that made you laugh
sweet autumn leaves seem to long for the pre-garden days
sweet autumn leaves seem to long for the pre-garden days

little girl who’s got the blues
just you, the cat, and the covers on the bed
and your subject’s were once rough
but now they lack the stuff
sweet autumn leaves seem to long for the pre-garden days
sweet autumn leaves seem to long for the pre-garden days

go on about keeping warm
and you wonder why the doctor warned you not to flip your wig
i heard that you were out there, breaking weather
let me take you where the moss grows
like walking out into the year’s first snow
let me take you where the moss grows
like walking out into the year’s first snow
sweet autumn leaves seem to long for the pre-garden days
sweet autumn leaves seem to long for the pre-garden days

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Five days you work, one whole day to play
7/9/2010, 4:04 pm
Filed under: Happy!, Music, Nostalgia, Social, Spirituality

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Single
(And rollerskates)
(And rollerskates)
(And rollerskates)

Q-TIP:
Girl meets boy on Thursday night
Boy was high, girl fly like kite
They hold hands until next day
Boy then lets go, hit his way
Boy rules butt, brags to his boys
Erection brings bad boy joys
Boy thinks of that big fat back
Big black fat love, big black fat
Girl calls boy to stand him up on Saturday
Saturday

POS AND Q-TIP:
Saturday, it’s a Saturday
It’s a Saturday, it’s a Saturday
Saturday, it’s a Saturday
Saturday, it’s a Saturday

POS:
Back once more with the wallop in the score
Must I ride and rip, should I make you rock your hip
Reviver of a roller-boogie in a rink
And sure to make you think about the times
To scope fun instead of fights
(But diving from a piece of metal sure to take your life)
Yo, slip your butt to the fix of this mix
Toss that briefcase, it’s time to let loose
‘Cause you’ve worked like heck to get the week in check
So unfasten that noose around your neck
Connected like a vibe from the wheel to the foot
Come on everybody dig the funky output

VINIA:
Five days you work
One whole day to play
Come on everybody, wear your rollerskates today
It’s Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, it’s Saturday
Saturday, it’s Saturday
Saturday, it’s Saturday-ay
(Is the word, is the word, is the word)

POS:
Now as you pump your fist I reminisce
To a bounce, rock, skate, roll
Fess to impress
Hey, pretty diamond, do you like the way I’m dressed
Cool, keep the faith and be my mate
‘Cause all we need is feet
(And rollerskates)
But promote the hustle ’cause it keeps me thin
No need to talk, look who just walked in

DOVE:
(Is there a Dred on skates?)
Yes, man
(So kick the wham on this jam)
Oh Mr. Sprinkler, Mr. Sprinkler
Wet me for one, Mr. Sprinkler
I’m heatin’ high-five in a daze, no split
With a yawn I trip to the dawn
Out comes the bodies following the one idea
It’s clear, rattle to the roll
Hold back up the track, grab your rollerskates y’all
And let’s zip on by
Zip-a-de-doo-dah, let’s zip on by
Feed on a weed and we’re feeling high
Sun is on thick and the cheese is rollin’ quick
Come on, there’s no time to hide
Season is twist, spinning and winning
No hackeysack, let let me in
Spill on the bottom away, but it’s okay, huh
It’s a Saturday

POS:
Now let’s all get baked like Anita

Q-TIP:
Watch Mr. Lawnge, don’t look at the peter

DOVE:
Feel on the fun, I’ll feel on the

VINIA:
Hey, watch that!

DE LA SOUL:
It’s a Saturday

VINIA:
Now is the time
To act the fool tonight
Forget about your worries and you will be all right
It’s Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, it’s Saturday
Saturday, it’s Saturday
Saturday, it’s Saturday-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
(Aaoww)

(Saturday)
(Saturday)
(Saturday)
(Saturday)
(Saturday)
(Saturday)
(Saturday)
(Saturday)

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Man Up
7/8/2010, 10:38 pm
Filed under: Happy!, Music, Nostalgia

Alrighty, tonight Dan’s Music For Nerds gets a little more “in your face”. A little ditty from one of the best albums ever. So far apart from everything else at that moment. Man I used to be in love infatuated with her…

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Wink

Speak, I’m listening
Baby, I’m your sweet thing
Believe what I’m saying
God’s truth, I’m not lying

I lie steady
Rest your head on me
I’ll smooth it nicely
Rub it better ’till it bleeds

And you’ll believe me
Caught out again
I’m calling you weak
Getting even

And I, I was joking
Sweet babe, let me stroke it
Take, I’m giving
God’s truth, I’m not lying

And you’ll believe me
I, I, I’m calling you in
And I’ll make it better
I’ll rub ’till it bleeds

I’ll rub it until it
I’ll rub it until it, hey!
I’ll rub it until it
I’ll rub it until it

I’ll rub it until it, hey!
I’ll rub it until it
I’ll rub it until it
I’ll rub it until it

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Reminisce
6/23/2010, 11:48 pm
Filed under: Frustrations, Music, Nostalgia, Social

Was out at the Federal tonight and this song I hadn’t heard in a while came on…holding on for dear life at the end of a relationship waiting for the other person to blink first…a better description of a bad time I have not found…

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I’ve been going through the records, we’re not getting any better.
Maybe I’m just getting bitter, I don’t really care whatever.
I’m so tired of open warfare, when the point of this was to be best of friends.
We’ve been going round in circles like a plane without an engine
As we spiral down the slipstream of our quickly sinking friendship.
It’s a trainwreck of an ending. It’s the same as if we’d never even met.
And now I’m going through the motions like a drunken ballerina
who is too tired to dance but keeps on getting up to see if
anybody stuck around to see a show that has been over now for days.
And I know that they’re gone but I keep checking anyway.

We’ve been standing here for hours on the edges of a canyon.
I’ve got my side you’ve got yours and we’re both about to fall in.
The pole we hold between us is the only thing that’s keeping us aloft.
And we’re standing in the hallway, both resolved to finally do this.
We each have our guns drawn but neither of us wants to shoot first.
We could stay like this forever. We could stay like this and never leave.
But there are standards I expect our breaking up to measure up to.
When you fall in love as hard and recklessly as you and I do,
It seems that the final act should have the same intensity as the first scene.
If I don’t lose a couple teeth then it just won’t feel real to me.

So we fall onto the floor, not really sure if this
Is breaking bones or making out, maybe a bit of both.
But I won’t look away first. And you won’t look away first.

“It’s a simple proposition,” said the rabbit to the badger,
“I am sure if we’re committed, we could dig our way to China.
Wouldn’t it be great to see The Wall and all those people standing on their heads?”
So they each picked up a shovel, throwing dirt over their shoulders
And with every shovelful, their little hole got a bit deeper
Til they had to climb down in it, just to reach the bottom layer.
They went on like this all night, scooping up and tossing out dirt.
In the morning they realized they weren’t getting any further.
The hole had grown so deep that the dirt they threw kept falling back on them.
Said the badger to rabbit, “I am sure if we continue
We will pull through this on top. Perseverance is a virtue.”
So they scooped it and they tossed while the dirt piled up around their legs.
And in a matter of hours they buried themselves in it.

And we fall onto the floor, not really sure if this
Is breaking bones or making out, maybe a bit of both.
But I won’t look away first. And you won’t look away first.

I’ve been going through the records, we’re not getting any better.
Maybe I’ve just gotten bitter, I don’t really care whatever.
I’m so tired of open warfare, when the point of this was to be best of friends.
We’ve been going round in circles like a plane without an engine
As we spiral down the slipstream of our quickly sinking friendship.
It’s a trainwreck of an ending. It’s the same as if we’d never even met.
But now I’m going through the motions like a dedicated doctor
Whose patient has been broken with no chance that he’ll recover.
I keep shocking at the body, just trying to make the heartbeat stay.
And I know that it’s gone but I keep trying anyway.

Yeah we fall onto the floor, not really sure if this
Is breaking bones or making out, maybe a bit of both.
But I won’t look away first. And you won’t look away first.
No I won’t look away first. And you won’t look away first.

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A Sunday morning song; remember when we were young?
6/20/2010, 11:40 am
Filed under: Frustrations, Music, Nostalgia, Social

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Remember when we were young
How you asked everyone to marry you
All of those songs we sung
Changing all the words you used to make the heroine die
Why

Remember when we were right
God threw his darts at stars in the night
I had a kite
You had a trampoline and a BMX bike
You didn’t even like

I don’t want to say it’s breaking my heart
And I don’t know where to start
Old friends are falling apart
Time like the name of a man
Covered and we both can whine
I miss the straight, straight lines

The old times

Remember when we got caught
Dirty hands and make-believe drugs
We never got
Give me all your money
Bank robbers and cowboy cops
Make-believe rocks

Remember when we held hands
Red rover and marching band
You had a tan
Staying outside that long’s gonna make you man
Never going back, never going back again

I don’t want to say it’s breaking my heart
And I don’t know where to start
Old friends are falling apart
Time like the name of a man
Covered and we both can whine
I miss the straight, straight lines

The old times
The old times
Remember when we were young
Remember when we were young

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Howling from the vaults
3/9/2010, 9:22 am
Filed under: Geek-Out, Happy!, Music, Nostalgia

Digging through the crates this week, came across this album. Yes, ‘Just Can’t Get Enough’ is the catchy dance song, but the record is full of 1985 goodness.

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I’m not going down on my knees,
Begging you to adore me
Can’t you see it’s misery
And torture for me
When I’m misunderstood
Try as hard as you can, I’ve tried as hard as I could
To make you see
How important it is for me

Here is a plea
From my heart to you
Nobody knows me
As well as you do
You know how hard it is for me
To shake the disease
That takes hold of my tongue
In situations like these

Understand me

Some people have to be
Permanently together
Lovers devoted to
Each other forever
Now I’ve got things to do
And I’ve said before that I know you have too
When I’m not there
In spirit I’ll be there

Here is a plea
From my heart to you
Nobody knows me
As well as you do
You know how hard it is for me
To shake the disease
That takes hold of my tongue
In situations like these.

Understand me

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Once a Girl Made Me a Good Mix CD Part 2
11/8/2009, 11:06 pm
Filed under: Music, Nostalgia

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Alone on a train aimless in wonder
An outdated map crumbled in my pocket
But I didn’t care where I was going
They’re all different names for the same place.

The coast just appeared when the sea drown the summer
I’ve no words to share with anyone
The boundaries of language are quietly cursed
All the different names for the same different.

There are different names for the same things
There are different names for the same things…

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Look Homeward, Angel
10/4/2009, 4:27 pm
Filed under: Frustrations, Happy!, Nostalgia, Social

So, I traveled to my Mom’s this weekend to do stuff around her house and to meet up with old High School peeps on Saturday night. I hadn’t seen/talked to most of them in 18 years. The biggest mistake I made was going out Friday and getting wwwwaaaaayyyyyy trashed. I was out of sorts Saturday and had to fight from reverting back to high school-insecure-skulking-in-the-background Dan. I’ve spoken at conferences, met with higher-ups from county, been on TV more than once, DJ’d in front of big crowds, etc… but a hangover and old High School people are apparently all it takes for timid Dan to return. It was a little weird, a few of these people were more important to me than anything else back then; now we are telling the last 18 years in two paragraphs or less. All in all though, it was great fun and I hope to do a better job of staying in touch over the next 18 years.

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