You make me feel like dancing
Blender has named the 50 worst artists in music history. The only one that left me scratching my head and saying "huh?" was The Doors at #37. C'mon people. You gave up a spot on the list for Leo Sayer for that? Other than said-Doors CD -- here are the CDs I've purchased or owned by other bands on the list:

Tin Machine - Tin Machine - at #12 (Bowie in the $1.99 bin ain't all bad...ok, maybe this time it is)
Richard Marx - Richard Marx - at #30 (it was the best of times, it was the worst of times)
Live - Throwing Copper and Mental Jewelry - at #34 (it's a never-ending debate in this household, I can't help myself and Todd cringes every time)
Blind Melon - Soup - at #40 (Galaxie is one of my all-time favorite songs so deal with it)
The Spin Doctors - Pocket Full of Kryptonite - at #46 (you show me the early 90s college student without a copy, or a copy of a copy of this CD, or a roommate sans one of the above, and I'll call you a freakin' liar)
Toad the Wet Sprocket - Fear - at #49 (actually I didn't buy this one, it was a gift from someone that knew I liked "All I Want")

Leave your purchases in the comments if you'd like. It can be our own little support group of sorts... (Link courtesy of FARK.com.)
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Aaaaaaa...afternoon delight
You know how you get a song stuck in your head for days, so you finally go snag a copy? Well that happened to me this week with a song called "Mouth". It's a few years old, and I'm not sure if a commercial sparked the memory or what... Then I went to search for the lyrics. How did the meaning of this song skip by me all this time? I played the song for Todd to see if he remembered it, and he replied, "Oh yeah." So I asked him if he knew what the song was about... Blank stare. So I showed him the words and he was just as shocked as I was. At least it's not as bad as when "I Touch Myself" went over my head back in high school and I had to have it 'splained to me. I swear...I'm such a blonde sometimes! So here...now you can feel all sweet, yet dirty, right along with us:

[click here for lyrics]

And since we're on the subject of oral fixation today, here's a bonus track:

[click here for lyrics]

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Every (toilet) rose has its thorn
This one is just for Mikey...who I also need to wish a very belated happy birthday...

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Tomorrow I will change and today won't mean a thing
I'm a bitch, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed

I'm your hell, I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
You know you wouldn't want it any other way...

I'm a bitch, I'm a tease
I'm a goddess on my knees
When you hurt, when you suffer
I'm your angel undercover

I've been numb, I'm revived
Can't say I'm not alive
You know I wouldn't want it any other way...
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Wipe off that angel face and go back to high school

Beautiful —Christina Aguilera

Don't look at me

Every day is so wonderful
Then suddenly
It's hard to breathe
Now and then I get insecure
From all the pain
I'm so ashamed

I am beautiful
No matter what they say
Words can't bring me down
I am beautiful
In every single way
Yes, words can't bring me down
Oh no
So don't you bring me down today

To all your friends, you're delirious
You're so consumed
In all your doom, oh
Trying hard to fill the emptiness
The pieces gone
Left the puzzle undone
Is that the way it is

'Cause I am beautiful
No matter what they say
Words can't bring me down
I am beautiful
In every single way
Yes, words can't bring me down
Oh no
So don't you bring me down today

No matter what we do
(No matter what we do)
No matter what we say
(No matter what we say)
We're the song inside the tune
(Yeah, oh yeah)
Full of beautiful mistakes

And everywhere we go
(And everywhere we go)
The sun will always shine
(The sun will always, always, shine)
And tomorrow we might awake
On the other side

'Cause we are beautiful
No matter what they say
Yes, words won't bring us down
Oh no
We are beautiful
In every single way
Yes, words can't bring us down Oh no
So don't you bring me down today

Oh, oh
Don't you bring me down today
Don't you bring me down, oh
Today
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Rock me baby all day in the sunshine
Today, music inspired by - or created by the members of - The Talking Heads:

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[go here for lyrics]

That should make you feel all nice and summer-like now... This entry over at Mikey's about the first video you ever saw started it all.
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Just got paid...it's Friday night...
As we all get ready to close out the work week, here's a few tunes to keep you bouncing in your chair with me 'til it's time to punch the clock...

[Go here for lyrics]

[Go here for lyrics]

Have a great weekend, everyone!
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It's not having what you want - it's wanting what you've got

I'm gonna soak up the sun
I'm gonna tell everyone
To lighten up

I'm gonna tell 'em that...

I've got no one to blame
For every time I feel lame
I'm looking up...

I'm gonna soak up the sun
While it's still free
I'm gonna soak up the sun
Before it goes out on me
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Smoke 'em while you got 'em!

[Go here for lyrics]

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Mah Nizzle
'Cuz the boyz in the hood are alwayz hard
Come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card
Knowin' nuthin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, I ain't said shit...

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But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn
And now I issue a dare. A challenge, if you will. Get a song stuck in everyone's head this Friday. Go on. Just try it. Here's my contribution -- put yours in the comments:

It's not the things you do that tease and hurt me bad
But it's the way you do the things you do to me
I'm not the kind of girl who gives up just like that
Oh, no...

The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one
Number one, number one...

Get to it...
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I talked for hours to your wallet photograph
The world has turned and left me here
Just where I was before you appeared
And in your place, an empty space
Has filled the void behind my face...

Well this has been a somewhat difficult day that I don't hope to repeat soon. I ordered the group floral arrangement for tomorrow's funeral. I think it's going to be nice -- eleven of our names are going on the card. I e-mailed the OU Scholars Program director with the news this afternoon. He was our academic adviser back when we all lived in the Honors Dorm. I wasn't sure if they wanted to offer official condolences to the family or not, but I thought it would be nice to give them the option. With only three small floors of residents above the offices, the Honors Dorm residents are a very tight-knit community. Our message board has had tributes and favorite memories passed back and forth today. I've talked with a few other friends today for the first time since this happened. And I put on a Nirvana CD -- something I haven't listened to in years -- and typed out a letter to Kevin. Adam is going to be a pallbearer, and said he would try to slip it in the casket for me since I can't be there tomorrow. The only other such letter I've ever written was to my Grandfather, but he had cancer and I was able to give it to him before he passed away. Knowing I've been trying to contact Kevin for three weeks and couldn't reach him has been particularly hard...this is the only goodbye I'll get, and it's after the fact. I noticed that Jana said her goodbyes at her blog as well.

Kevin's obituary came out in yesterday's paper. I'm going to edit it a bit out of respect for the family and their privacy. But since you've seen his photos, I thought you might want to see what an incredible, brilliant person he was as well.

KEVIN D. SMITH
The funeral for Kevin Daryl Smith, 28, will be 11 a.m. Wednesday, May 28, 2003.

He was born Sept. 29, 1974, to Fred D. and Lois L. Smith and died Thursday, May 22, 2003.

He graduated with honors from High School in 1992. In May 1997, he graduated summa cum laude from the University of Oklahoma and was admitted to the law school at the University of Texas at Austin. He earned his juris doctorate with honors in May 2000. He obtained a position with a law firm in Pittsburgh, Pa., recently transferring to its Dallas office.

He was preceded in death by his father, maternal grandfather and paternal grandparents.
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Only words that I could find...

A few photos from our late afternoon at the beach. You'll forgive me if my heart isn't exactly in them right now... I'll try to add more later this week.

We're getting older, the world's getting colder
For the life of me I don't know the reason why
Maybe it's livin' making us give in
Hearts rolling in taken back on the tide
We're balanced together ocean upon the sky...

UPDATE: All photos taken today can now be found in Shutterblog.
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To all my neighbours you got much flavah
It's been awhile since I've recommended blog reads...so here I go...

On the Fritz -- Observations of Modern Life
off the blog -- tasty muffins
Dirty Whore Diary -- your daily dose of smut
shawnallison.com -- Shawn not included
Oh Yeah Girl. -- shake what 'cho mama gave ya!

If you need more diversions, start here...and happy almost-holiday weekend!

This is how we do it, it's Friday night
And I feel all right
The party's here on the ~~West~~ East side

So I reach for my 40 and I turn it up
Designated driver take the keys to my truck
Hit the shore 'cause I'm faded
Honeys in the street say, "Monty, yo we made it!"

It feels so good in my hood tonight
The summertime skirts and the guys in Kani
All the gang bangers forgot about the drive-by

You gotta get your groove on, before you go get paid
So tip up your cup and throw your hands up
And let me hear the party say.....
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Can't you come out to play
I haven't done song lists in awhile. You can find the past ones under "songs for any occasion" over in the sidebar. It's no secret this year has been tough for both of us, so I'm wondering what songs you listen to when life is falling apart around you? Either because you're down and mellow and want to stay there for awhile -- or because the music is uplifting and just the thing you need to kick what's going on to the curb.

My contribution is "Empty Garden" by Elton John and Bernie Taupin. I was in my early 20s before I realized the song was penned as a tribute to John Lennon. Suddenly it just clicked and made sense why I identified with it so much. You can almost hear Elton working through his pain as the song progresses. It starts off slow and somber, but by the end the beat picks up to where I almost feel invincible listening to it. And right now, I'm starting to feel myself again. It's the first time I can say that in months...

So there you go. That's mine. Now it's your turn.
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I let the sandcastles kill my mind
This is about as close to "pop" as you'll ever see me put up around here. So enjoy it while you can...

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8-ball, corner pocket
This site is freakin' cool -- rather than just your standard Magic 8 Ball, you type your question, and your answer is served up in the form of MP3. Check it -- Radio8Ball.
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Then you keep going 'til you break my heart
This song started going through my head when I was in the shower this evening. Thought I'd share... I couldn't have said it better myself.

Human

I play a good game
But not as good as you
I can be a little cold
But you can be so cruel

I'm not made of brick
I'm not made of stone
But I had you fooled enough
To take me on...

...Well there's blood in these veins
And I cry when in pain
I'm only human on the inside

And if looks can deceive
Make it hard to believe
I'm only human on the inside...

...See I bleed and I bruise
Oh, but what's it to you
I'm only human on the inside

And if looks could deceive
Make it hard to believe
I'm only human on the inside

I crash and I burn
Maybe some day you'll learn
I'm only human on the inside

I stumble and fall
Baby, under it all
I'm only human on the inside

And the damage is done...

...Well there's blood in these veins
And I cry when in pain
I'm only human on the inside

And if looks can deceive
Make it hard to believe
I'm only human on the inside

I crash and I burn
Maybe some day you'll learn

I stumble and fall
Baby, I do it all

I'm only human on the inside...

Lyrics credit: The Pretenders
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And now it's time for a breakdown...
Never gonna get it
Never gonna get it

Never gonna get it
Never gonna get it

Never gonna get it
Never gonna get it

Never gonna get it...

Whoooa whoooa whoooa whoooooooooooooa.......
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I said I appreciate that and would you please explain about the 50 ways
If you think back, what's the most vivid earliest childhood memory that you have? Not surprisingly, since my life seems to have a soundtrack behind it -- my memory involves music. Based on the release date of the movie and the house we lived in, I was four years old at the time. I was in my backyard on my swing-set holding my transistor radio. (Man, that ages me!) I had a cup full of Apple Jacks cereal with me. "If I Can't Have You" by Yvonne Elliman came on and I belted my little heart out. I can't hear that song to this day without thinking of that early summer afternoon.

I have other fuzzy memories from when I was three-to-four that all involve my Popeye (my nickname for my grandfather who passed away when I was four). In one he was playing a harmonica that I now have framed in a shadow box. In another we were singing "50 Ways to Leave Your Lover" to one another -- my mom was dating a guy named Stan at the time, and the "make a new plan, Stan" line of the song would crack me up to no end in a fit of giggles. And in yet another, he was diving off a diving board during a vacation we were on, and I was squealing, "Do it again, Popeye! Do it again!" I still get teased about that to this day.

But those memories are all fuzzy, and ones that are partly mine -- party as told by others. The "If I Can't Have You*" memory is mine and mine alone -- since I was by myself at the time. If only life were still as simple as swinging as high as your little legs could kick you in the air, singing, and munching on Apple Jacks...

UPDATE: *Remember my old "break-up songs" entry? Well this site is the jackpot for them!
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And the feeling that I feel for you is more than strong, girl - take it from me
Oh holy geri-curl, Bat Man -- I'm never getting this song* out of my head now. (*Even though it's not technically a Bee Gees song and I think that's cheating.)

I Just Want to Be Your Everything

For so long
You and me been finding each other for so long
And the feeling that I feel for you is more then strong, girl
Take it from me
If you give a little more then you're asking for
Your love will turn the key

Darling mine
I would wait forever for those lips of wine
Build my world around you, darling
This love will shine girl
Watch it and see
If you give a little more then you're asking for
Your love will turn the key

I, I just want to be your everything
Open up the heaven in your heart and let me be
The things you are to me and not some puppet on a string
Oh, if I stay here without you, darling, I will die
I want you laying in the love I have to bring
I'd do anything to be your everything

Darling for so long
You and me been finding each other for so long
And the feeling that I feel for you is more then strong girl
Take it from me
If you give a little more then you're asking for
Your love will turn the key......

Song credit: Andy Gibb
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Melt the statues in the park

Fall On Me

There's a problem, feathers iron
Bargain buildings, weights and pulleys
Feathers hit the ground
Before the weight can leave the air
Buy the sky and sell the sky
And tell the sky and tell the sky

Don't fall on me
What is it up in the air for
It's gonna fall
Fall on me
If it's there for long
It's gonna fall
Fall on me
It's over it's over me

There's the progress we have found
A way to talk around the problem
Building towered foresight
Isn't anything at all

Buy the sky and sell the sky
And bleed the sky and tell the sky

Don't fall on me
What is it up in the air for
It's gonna fall
Fall on me
If it's there for long
It's gonna fall
Fall on me
It's over it's over me

Don't fall on me.....

Well I could keep it above
But then it wouldn't be sky anymore
So if I send it to you
You've got to promise to keep it whole

Buy the sky and sell the sky
And lift your arms up to the sky
And ask the sky and ask the sky

Don't fall on me.....

Lyrics credit: R.E.M.
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Every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back...
I'm getting seriously Googled lately for my old "break-up songs" entry from last May -- so if you need any, or just want to add a few to the list yourself, head to the comments.

UPDATE: For a limited time only, here's my contribution.

Click here for song lyrics
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Solace through nature, Chapter XVII

With a hand to your head
You sigh out loud
As a memory washes over
And buries you.....

For everyone
There's a person place or time
That brings you back
And makes you feel alive
Before your reason clouds your eyes
You could rule the world if you wanted to

—"Cry in the Sun", Better Than Ezra

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Is it any wonder I'm sane at all
Yeah, I'm a closet Styx fan, too. Wanna make somethin of it?

Lyrics: Too Much Time On My Hands, by Styx

Sitting on this barstool talking like a damn fool
Got the twelve o'clock news blues
And I've given up hope on the afternoon soaps
And a bottle of cold brew
Is it any wonder I'm not crazy?
Is it any wonder I'm sane at all?

Well I'm so tired of losing
I got nothing to do and all day to do it

I go out cruisin' but I've no place to go
And all night to get there

Is it any wonder I'm not a criminal?
Is it any wonder I'm not in jail?
Is it any wonder I've got.....

Too much time on my hands
It's ticking away with my sanity
I've got too much time on my hands
It's hard to believe such a calamity
I've got too much time on my hands
And it's ticking away from me

Too much time on my hands
Too much time on my hands
Too much time on my hands

Well, I'm a jet fuel genius
I solve all the world's problems
Without even trying

I have dozens of friends
And the fun never ends
That is, as long as I'm buying

Is it any wonder I'm not the President?
Is it any wonder I'm null and void?
Is it any wonder I've got.....

Too much time on my hands
It's ticking away at my sanity
I've got too much time on my hands
It's hard to believe such a calamity
I've got too much time on my hands
And it's ticking away from me

Too much time on my hands
Too much time on my hands
Too much time on my hands.....
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If you think that I'm a loser, well you suck
When you lie, kiss your baby bye bye bye
And if you're true, the whole wide world will laugh with you
When we see nothing's wrong with you and me
Time will tell, it might even bring a wedding bell

If you think that I'm a loser
Well you suck, 'cause you know I ain't nothin' but a user
Of your love I can't get enough
Girl it's true, the whole wide world is smiling with you

Push th' little daisies and make 'em come up
Push th' little daisies and make 'em come up
Push th' little daisies and make 'em come up
Push th' little daisies and make 'em come up

Sometimes I know, and sometimes I'm on the go
But I'm comin' back, so don't give me no flack, yeah
It's all you, and it's me too
And it's your world, you's the girl, you's the girl

Happier than shit, things that might go click with me
Click with you, is that love? Is that love, ohhh...

Push th' little daisies and make 'em come up
Push th' little daisies and make 'em come up
Push th' little daisies and make 'em come up
Push th' little daisies and make 'em come up
Push th' little daisies and make 'em come up
Push th' little daisies and make 'em come up
Push th' little daisies and make 'em come up
Push th' little daisies and make 'em come up

Watch the little daisies grow, little daisies grow
Now just push th' little daisies and make 'em come up
Watch them grow, watch them grow

As I push the little daisies and make 'em come up
Make 'em come up, make 'em come up,
Make 'em come up, say

Push th' little daisies and make 'em come up......
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Deep in a warm sedation

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Friday night I'm making Sharise
If this isn't in your MP3 collection already, right that heinous offense NOW. Happy Friday!

When I look in the mirror
I can't believe what I see
Tell me, who's that funky dude
Staring back at me
Broken, beaten down
Can't even get around
Without an old-man cane
I fall and hit the ground
Shivering in the cold
I'm bitter and alone

Excuse the bitchin'
I shouldn't complain
I should have no feeling
'Cuz feeling is pain
As everything I need
Is denied me
And everything I want
Is taken away from me
But who do I got to blame?
Nobody but me...

And I don't wanna be an old man anymore
It's been a year or two since I was out on the floor
Shaking booty, making sweet love all the night
It's time I got back to the good life
It's time I got back, it's time I got back
And I don't even know how I got off the track
I wanna go back, yeah!

Screw this crap, I've had it!
I've had it!
I ain't no Mr. Cool
I'm a pig, I'm a dog
So excuse me if I drool
I ain't gonna hurt nobody
Ain't gonna cause a scene
Just need to admit
That I want sugar in my tea
Hear me?
(Hear me)
I want sugar in my tea!

I don't wanna be an old man anymore
It's been a year or two since I was out on the floor
Shaking booty, making sweet love all the night
It's time I got back to the good life
It's time I got back, it's time I got back
And I don't even know how I got off the track
I wanna go back, yeah!

I wanna go back, I wanna go back
And I don't even know how I got off the track
It's time I got back, it's time I got back
And I don't even know how I got off the track
I wanna go back, yeah!

And I don't wanna be an old man anymore
It's been a year or two since I was out on the floor
Shaking booty, making sweet love all the night
It's time I got back to the good life
It's time I got back, it's time I got back
And I don't even know how I got off the track
It's time I got back, it's time I got back
And I don't even know how I got off the track
I wanna go back (I wanna go back)...

Song credit: =w=eezer
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We walked the narrow path
Beneath the smoking skies
Sometimes you can barely tell
The difference between darkness and light
Do you have faith in what we believe?
The truest test is when we cannot
When we cannot see

I hear pounding feet in the,
In the streets below, and the,
And the women crying and the,
And the children know that there,
That there's something wrong,
And it's hard to believe that

Love
Will
Prevail

Oh it won't rain all the time
The sky won't fall forever
And though the night seems long,
Your tears won't fall forever

Oh, when I'm lonely
I lie awake at night
And I wish you were here
I miss you

Can you tell me
Is there something more to believe in?
Or is this all there is?

In the pounding feet, in the,
In the streets below, and the,
And the window breaks and,
And a woman falls, there's,
There's something wrong, it's,
It's so hard to believe that

Love
Will
Prevail

Oh it won't rain all the time
The sky won't fall forever
And though the night seems long,
Your tears won't fall,
Your tears won't fall,
Your tears won't fall
Forever

Last night I had a dream
You came into my room
You took me into your arms
Whispering and kissing me
And telling me to still believe
Within the emptiness of the burning cities
Against which we save our darkest selves...

Until I felt safe and warm
I fell asleep in your arms
When I awoke I cried again
For you were gone
Oh, can you hear me?

It won't rain all the time
The sky won't fall forever
And though the night seems long,
Your tears won't fall forever

It won't rain all the time
The sky won't fall forever
And though the night seems long,
Your tears won't fall,
Your tears won't fall,
Your tears won't fall
Forever.....

Song credit: Jane Siberry
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Speak & Spell
Here's a beautifully designed site -- "Spell-A-Day". You can search for specific spells here, including one I know I'll need one day (right Chris?) -- "blessing an airliner". And here's a cute play-tarot reader with Playskool kids.

I've tried and tried
to capture you
what more can one
mere mortal do?

My love potion
boils and bubbles
poison darts
red poison apples

Kafe' kasita
non kafela
Gutrune takes Siegfried
from Brunhilde

Enula compana
on St. James' eve
a dash of orange
and ambergis

Incantate:
Miss Mary Mack
Mack Mack
all dressed in black

My love philtre
will entrance you
it will pomp and
circumstance you

Anusin, atelin, amulet
Angelique takes Barnabas
from Josette

With spiders ten
frae lockens blue
eye of newt
will stew and brew

Incantate
this magic spell
Miss Lucy's in heaven
and the steamboat's in hell

Enchantra Endora Tabitha
Esmerelda Clara Hagatha

My love potion
boils and bubbles
poof! goes all my
toil and troubles
blueberry wine
and gladiola
Circe takes Glaucus
away from Sylla

Coriander, vervain
and ginger root
damiana, henbane
and badger's foot
incantation
with magic black
and silver buttons
all down her back

Enchantra Endora Tabitha
Esmerelda Clara Hagatha

Song Credit: Book of Love
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Someone turned the lights out there in Memphis
I tried to let all of her Scientology brainwashing slide, because she is The King's daughter after all -- and she was smart enough to lose Nicolas Cage. As such, I had high-hopes for Lisa Marie's first single "Lights Out" -- but in my opinion, it sounds like just about every other pre-packaged soulful pop song out there on the market. Not even her pedigree can save her from this one, I'm 'fraid. She's getting good reviews, but I'm not buying 'em. What's your opinion? I'd rate it an 8, but you can't dance to it...
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You wouldn't have to be a great detective to
see the things you do to me are self-reflexive
I think I'm in real danger of becoming 'the song blog' this month...but this song just came on randomly in my rotation, and after some of the things I've seen / heard floating around out there about me this week, I found the timing especially fitting...

People love to watch you die
And wonderful to tell
People you have never met
Claim to know you well

People love to watch you die
Dig your dignity
One guy said '(S)he's better dead
Than how (s)he used to be'

They'll sell the souvenirs
And the relics of your tears
They build a little shrine, wait until it shines
They love to watch you die and you know why

People love to watch you die
It gets them sexually
And then they smoke a cigarette
And make a cup of tea

People love to watch you fry
They love to throw the switch
They'll either have you crucified
Or burn you as a witch
They send bouquets of flowers
And then stare at space for hours
They build a little shrine, wait until it shines
They love to watch you die and you know why

People love to watch you die
Then give your family hell
They call it grief but it's just a relief
And they know that full well

People love to watch you drown
The symbol's what they need
They'd rather not see you at all
Than watch your hair recede
And just to watch your pain
They'd bring you back to life again
They build a little shrine, sing you Auld Lang Syne
They love to watch you die and you know why...

Lyrics Credit: John Wesley Harding
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I've asked myself how much do you commit yourself?

If I could buy my reasoning
I'd pay to lose
One half won't do...

...It's my life
Don't you forget
It's my life
It never ends

Funny how I blind myself
I never knew if I was
Sometimes played upon
Afraid to lose

I'd tell myself what good you do
Convince myself

It's my life
Don't you forget
It's my life
It never ends...

...It's my life
Don't you forget
Caught in the crowd
It never ends....

[Click here for song lyrics]
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Too Far Down
I feel like I'm back in high school again. My musical selections this week have reflected my mood -- and have largely consisted of The Cure, Squeeze, John Wesley Harding, Elvis Costello, Morrissey/The Smiths, (dark) Depeche Mode, the Lemonheads, and Hüsker Dü:

I'm down again
And I don't know how to tell you
But maybe this time I can't come back
Because I might be too far down

I wish for real
That I could turn it on and off
Like hot and cold and up and down
Because I'm down again

I'm too far down
I couldn't begin to smile
Because I can't even laugh or cry
Because I just can't do it

If it was so easy to be happy
Why am I so down?
All I can do is sit and wonder when it's going to end
Or if I should just go away forever

When I sit and think
I wish that I just could die
Or let someone else be happy
By setting my own self free

And you don't want the emotion
Because the taste it leaves is for real
But nothing's ever real until it's gone
And I might be too far down

And is this just another thrown away
Or is this the end of the whole stupid road
But you wouldn't want to know how I feel anyway
Because the darkest hole is at the end of the road

I'm down again
And I guess I'm not the only one who dreams
That there's not any way to tell you
Because I might be too far down

Lyrics Credit: Hüsker Dü

Still waiting for the day where I wake up feeling like "me" again...please be patient...
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Only love.

[Click to view the song lyrics]

"You never see the hard times in a photo album, but they're the ones that carry you from one happy snapshot to the next."

Quote Credit: Just Married
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Hold On
Hold on
Hold on to yourself
For this is gonna hurt like hell

Hold on
Hold on to yourself
You know that only time can tell

What is it in me that refuses to believe
This isn't easier than the real thing

My love, you know that you're my best friend
You know that I'd do anything for you

And my love, let nothing come between us
My love for you is strong and true

Am I in heaven here or
Am I...
At the crossroads I am standing

So now you're sleeping peaceful
I lie awake and pray
That you'll be strong tomorrow
And will see another day
And we will praise it
And love the light that brings a smile
Across your face

Oh God,
If you're out there won't you hear me?
I know we're never talked before...

And oh God
The ones I love are leaving
Won't you take them when they come to your door?

Am I in heaven here or
Am I in hell?
At the crossroads I am standing

So now you're sleeping peaceful
I lie awake and pray
That you'll be strong tomorrow
And we will see another day
And we will praise it
And love the light that brings a smile
Across your face

Hold on
Hold on to yourself
For this is gonna hurt like hell...

-Sarah McLachlan

UPDATE: Please note that I upgraded to MT 2.6 and closed additional comments on this entry, as I never intended for it to have comments in the first place. Thank you for respecting that in the future. And thanks to everyone who took the time to dig around my site in order to leave the kind words that they did. We truly appreciate every single one of them.
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If you court this disaster, I'll point you home
I'm listening to the Barenaked Ladies right now, and I'm wondering why no one ever pointed me towards this song back in college. (Yes, I know it was released 3 years after I graduated, but I digress.) If someone had played this line for me about 1993, I think my life choices would have been a hell of a lot easier to comprehend:

But I'm warning you, don't ever do those crazy, messed up things that you do. If you ever do, I promise you I'll be the first to crucify you. Now it's time to prove that you've come back here to rebuild...

Amazing what a really good therapist can accomplish, huh? At least I can admit I'm a great fianceé and wife, but was an absolutely dreadful girlfriend...
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I'm about to ruin the image and the style that you're used to

[Click to view the song lyrics]

A song with no thinking required...just how I likes 'em!
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You oughtta know
I used the Alanis Morissette Lyric Generator to compose a little song for Statia and Trish.

I think...

I think Trekkies are really a huge problem
I think sammiches are too much on my mind
I think ass-kissers have got a lot to do with why the world sucks
But what can you do?

Like a green rain, beating down on me
Like a Quinton Tarantino line, which won't let go of my brain
Like Dick's ass, it is in my head

Blame it on Wil Wheaton
Blame it on Wil Wheaton
Blame it on Wil Wheaton

I think The Bloggies are gonna drive us all crazy
And monkeys make me feel like a child
I think typewriters will eventually be the downfall of civilization
But what can you do?
I said what can you do?

Like a green rain, beating down on me
Like a Quinton Tarantino line, which won't let go of my brain
Like Dick's ass, it is in my head

Blame it on Wil Wheaton
Blame it on Wil Wheaton
Blame it on Wil Wheaton

Like a green rain, beating down on me
Like Dick's smile, cruel and cold
Like Dick's ass, it is in my head

Blame it on Wil Wheaton
Blame it on Wil Wheaton
Blame it on Wil Wheaton

-credit: brunching.com
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I'd like to buy the world a Coke, and keep it company
Is it right or wrong
Try to find a place
We can all belong
Be as one

Try to get on by
If we unify
We should really try
All this time

Spinning round and round
Made the same mistakes
That we've always found
Surely now

We could move along
Make a better world
No it can't be wrong

Let's come together
Right now
Oh yeah
In sweet harmony (x4)

Time is running out
Let there be no doubt
We should sort things out
If we care

Like we say we do
Not just empty words
For a week or two

Make the world
Your priority
Try to live your life
Ecologically

Play a part
In a greater scheme
Try to live the dream
On a wider scene

Let's come together
Right now
Oh yeah
In sweet harmony ('til fade)
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I've kissed mermaids, rode the El Niño
Got me a movie
I want you to know
Slicing up eyeballs
I want you to know
Girlie so groovy
I want you to know
Don't know about you
But I am un chien andalusia

Wanna grow
Up to be
Be a
Debaser
Debaser...

Got me a movie
Ha ha ha ho
Slicing up eyeballs
Ha ha ha ho
Girlie so groovie
Ha ha ha ho
Don't know about you
But I am un chien andalusia...

Debaser
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Now I only have 2 things - my friends, and uh, my thermos
Oh, I'm picking out a thermos for you.
Not an ordinary thermos for you.
But the extra-best thermos you can buy --
With vinyl, and stripes, and a cup built right in!

I'm picking out a thermos for you.
And maybe a barometer too.
And what else can I buy so on me you'll rely?
A rear-end thermometer too!

Taking a quick breather from work for a few belated thank-you's... Kristine sent me a cookbook I've been dying to have forever -- the Betty Crocker Picture Cookbook (a replica of the 1950 edition). And Yvonne sent me one of the coolest care packages ever! Tucked inside was my very own metal Eminem lunch pail (with matching thermos). And what Eminem set could be complete without two matching shot glasses? Thanks guys -- bestest presents (and friends) evah!
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There it goes again...got a little habit
Just living on a Sunday morning. Got my toast and tea and I'm warm and...I just thought I'd think about. All the things to get and keep getting. Never enough not enough and never ending. I just thought I'd think about. And it might be...

The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky above could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the here and now. Here and now.

Parody of yourself in color, giving it to everybody but your mother. You've got much to think about. Soaring higher with every treason. Never justify. Never reason. You've got much to think about.

And it might be. The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky above could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the here and now. Here and now. The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky above could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the here and now. Here and now. And it might be...
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There's something about you girl that makes me sweat
Hallucinate, desegregate, mediate, alleviate, try not to hate, love your mate, don't suffocate on your own hate, designate your love as fate, a one world state, as human freight, the number eight, a white black state, a gentle trait, the broken crate, a heavy weight, or just too late, like pretty Kate has sex ornate, now devastate, appreciate, depreciate, fabricate, emulate, the truth dilate, special date, the animal we ate, guilt debate, the edge serrate, a better rate, the youth irate, deliberate, fascinate, deviate, reinstate, liberate, to moderate, recreate, or detonate, annihilate, atomic fate, mediate, clear the state, activate, now radiate, a perfect state, food on plate, gravitate, the Earth's own weight, designate your love as fate, at ninety-eight we all rotate...

Hallucinate, desegregate, mediate, alleviate, try not to hate, love your mate, don't suffocate on your own hate, designate your love as fate, a one world state, as human freight, the number eight, a white black state, a gentle trait, the broken crate, a heavy weight, or just too late, like pretty Kate has sex ornate, now devastate, appreciate, depreciate, fabricate, emulate, the truth dilate, special date, the animals we ate, guilt debate, the edge serrate, a better rate, the youth irate, deliberate, fascinate, deviate, reinstate, liberate, liberate, liberate, liberate.....

Thank god it's finally Friday! Have a great weekend everyone!
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I wasn't screamin' - I was whistling!
So we grabbed dinner at Boston Market tonight while we were out, and noticed they were doing a promotion on February 6th. "Come in and get half a chicken sandwich free!" Now I'm all for the concept of free food -- be it a free pack of Burger King fries, or a Taco Bell taco if a homerun or a meteor hits a star on a floating raft. But half a sandwich? And we're not talking subs here. We're talking half of a small, round hamburger-bun-style chicken sandwich. What kind of lame-ass promotion is that?

How much are your ribs?
2-fitty.
2-fitty?! How much for half a rib?
'Bout 1.25.
1.25? that's too much for half a rib! I'll have one rib.
One order of ribs!
Not one ORDER! One RIB!
That's not the way we do it here.
Well then how much for a soda?
One dollar.
Okay, how about you give me a sip for fifteen cents?
My cups cost more than fifteen cents!
Okay, fuck the cup, how about you just pour it in my hands for a dime?
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I'll be alone - dancing - you know it, baby
Dear Mr. Vernon,

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was that we did wrong. What we did WAS wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write this essay telling you who we think we are. What do you care? You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms - and the most convenient definitions.

You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at seven o'clock this morning. We were brainwashed...

...but what we found out is that each one of us is a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess, and a criminal.

Does that answer your question?

Sincerely yours,
The Breakfast Club
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And maybe the time is right

All is quiet on New Year's Day
A world in white gets underway
And I want to be with you
Be with you night and day
Nothing changes on New Year's Day

I will be with you again
I will be with you again

Under a blood-red sky
A crowd has gathered in black and white
Arms entwined, the chosen few
Newspapers say, it says it's true
And we can break through
though torn in two we can be one

I will begin again
I will begin again.....
-U2

Well our guests just took off after a fabulous evening of food, movies, games and fun. We're on our way to bed -- ready to wake up to a brand new year. Again, our best wishes go out to everyone. We hope you had a very happy (and safe) New Year's Eve celebration. Thanks to everyone who stopped by and left greetings! Now let's get ready for a day of football! See ya' on the flip-side.
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