~I was born in a small town~
::click:: (((( BOOOM ))))
Wimp!
Memmmmmmmm-ries
Light the corners of my mind,
misty, watercolor memories–
of the waaaaaay we werrrrrrre…
I have to post it, because maybe it will free me, like when Mel Brooks passed his uncrossable crossed fingers to his secretary in “Silent Movie”. (“By the way, Mary, congratulations on your mother’s marriage!”)
“Pour some sugar on me!!!”
SO cygnus had the misfortune to hear this on the radio yesterday and couldn’t change the station in time, so it was subsequently transmitted to me when he told me about the horror. Please, let this cup pass.
Can I just say “Anything sung by Toni Tennille”? (or however she spells her name)
ick
“I can hear you breathe
it’s washing over me,
and suddenly I’m melting into you…”
G*D HELP ME!!! MAKE IT GO AWAAAAAAAAAY!!!
“Juuuuuuuuuuuust brrrrreathe…”
Sassy : you mean guess who?
yes, but it was SUNG in american.
Delores: have you heard the other version of that song?
“Send in the clooooooooooownnnnns… don’t bother, they’re heeeeeeeeeeeeere”
God, I hate that song…
Nirvana:
hello hello hello hello he-e-lo-o hello hello hello he-e-lo-o… (ad infinitum)
etc.
Corixidae sent in the clowns, now they won’t leave!
Maybe I can send them
“Up, up and awaaaayyyy
in my beautiful,
my beautiful ballooooooooooon.”
'Ca-ant Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-i-i-i-ive if living is without you CANT LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-help help! my head is going to explode aaaaaaaaaaaargh please stop the wailing noises in my head pleeea-IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE
Get help. All of you.
Dry, you know I love you man, but … ick. When I move in I control the music.
You can keep the T.V. remote, 'k?
Yes, dear.
[sub]Whipped, already. The shame of it.[/sub]
::sings very softly:: (“You’re a bitch, girl, and you’ve gone too far, but you know it don’t matter, anyway”)
:eek:
“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”
Get it right love.
DRY hon,
I don’t want to muscle in on Kathryn’s time, here, [sub]like I really mean that, but I want to keep this civil[/sub] but I will let you keep the remote AND control the music. [sub]Unless you intend to assault my ears with opera. Opera makes me take to my bed.[/sub]
Just a thought, sweetheart!
Devious Scotti
It’s too damned early… here’s something inane:
“My bay-bee takes the morning train.
He works from 9 to 5 and then
he takes another home again
to find me waiting for him.”
Feh. It gives me the willies. I’ll even wash my head out with opera!
The Wedding March – no lyrics needed, gives me a shiver
I love this song, but sometimes the way they sing it pisses me off:
Scar tissue that ah wish you sawww
sarcasticmister knowit-awwwll
close yer eyes an aahl kiss you cuuuus
With the birds ah she-heer
with the birds ah share this a-lone-ley vieew and,
with the birds ah share this a-lone-ley vieew and,
a-push me up against the wa-awl
youngkentuckygirl in a push-up - braaw
fallin all - over ma self to lift yo heart and taste yo health cus
with the birds ah share this a-lone-ley vieew and,
with the birds ah share this a-lone-ley vieew and,
with the birds ah share this a-lone-ley vieeeeeeeeeeew
blood lawws in a bathroom stawl
a southern girl with a sky lit drawwl
ah wave good bye to maw and paw cauws
with the birds ah she-heere.
etc.
damn good song.
Come on knock our door (come on knock on our door)
We’ll be waiting for you (we’ll be waiting for you)
Where the kisses are hers and hers and his,
three’s company too!
And they called it Puppy Love,
just because we’re in our teens
Tell them all, oh can I tell them
this is not a puppy love
SOME ONE HELP ME! HELP ME! HELP ME PLEEEAAHHHEEAASSE!
Or how about…
A woman that I know just came from Columbia
She smiled because I did not understand
Then she held out some marijuana uh huh
she said it was the finest in the land…
And I said No No No
I don’t smoke it no more.
I’m tired of wakin’ up on the floor
No thank you please it only makes me sneeze
And then it makes it hard to find the door!
Or,
Rock the Boat (don’t rock the boat baby)
Rock the Boat (don’t tip the boat over!)
Or,
The tide is high and I’m movin’ on
I’m gonna be your number one
I could go on forever with this!
Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree
It’s been three long years
Do ya still want me? (still want me)
If I don’t see a ribbon 'round the ole oak tree
I’ll stay on the bus
Forget about us
Put the blame on me
If I don’t see a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree
Delta Dawn, what’s that flower you have on
Could it be a faded rose from days gone by
And did I hear you say he was a-meeting you here today
To take you to his mansion in the sky
Go ahead and hate your neighbor
Go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of Heaven
You can justify it in the end
There won’t be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day
On the bloody morning after who…
One tin soldier rides away
I heard my mama cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Brother what a night it really was
Brother what a fight it really was
Glory be!
Yeah, I grew up in the '70s.
Here’s some more 70’s torture:
I’m sleeping
and right in the middle of a good dream
like all at once I wake up
from something that keeps knocking at my brain.
Before I go insane,
I hold my pillow to my head,
and spring up in my bed
screaming out the words I dread:
“I THINK I LOVE YOU!!!”
(I think I love youuuuuuuuuuu…)
I rode my bicycle past your window last night.
I rollerskated to your door at daylight.
It almost seems
like you’re avoiding me.
I’m okay alone,
but you’ve got something I neeeeeeeed…
Well, IIIIIIIIIIIIII’ve got a brand new
pair of rollerskates,
You’ve got a brand new keyyyyyyy…
:eek: