“I’d give up forever to touch you.”’
Iris, The GooGoo Dolls.
I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic’s/His hair was perfect.
Warren Zevon, Werewolves of London
[INDENT]The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone
Causes Galileo’s mathbook to get thrown
At Delilah who sits worthlessly alone,
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter.[/INDENT]
Tombstone Blues ~ Bob Dylan
I understand the first three lines, but am unsure about the fourth. Was she possibly crying because she got hit by a book? Is she laughing because someone has paid attention to her?
But I’m near the end and
I just ain’t got the time
And I’m wasted and
I can’t find my way home.
I’m listening to a Clapton-Winwood concert
Hey, most of our lives are wasted, for somebody else’s sake, and hey, it’s grey…
Well, this has been stuck in my head for the last few hours:
I get ideas
I get a notion
I want a nice little boat
made out of ocean.
- Televsion, “See No Evil”
Hey pretty baby with the high heels on,
You give me fever like I’ve never, ever known,
You’re just a product of loveliness,
I like the groove of your walk, your talk, your dress.
—Michael Jackson (RIP), The Way You Make Me Feel
Cause I toot it and boot it
Made her feel stupid…
I have to stop listening to the hip-hop station while filing papers at work. (Not actually at work today, but they usually play that song about this time)
“What’s gonna work? Teeeeeeamwork!”
Why yes, The Littlest Briston is watching Wonder Pets at the moment…why do you ask?
I was riding down a concrete slab
Down a river of useless flab
It was such a beautiful day
I heard a witch doctor say
I’ll turn you into a toadstool
Now I’m looking for a joke with the microscope
I saw the lights go out on Broadway,
I saw the Empire State laid low,
Life went on beyond the Palisades,
They all bought Cadillacs, and left there long ago.
I started as an altar boy, working at the church
Learning all my holy moves, doing some research
Which led me to a cash box, labeled “Children’s Fund”
I’d leave the change, and tuck the bills inside my cummerbund
Murder by numbers, 1, 2, 3
It’s as easy to learn as your A, B, Cs
The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68, and he told me “all romantics meet the same fate someday, cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe”
o/ I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die.. o/
I woke up with this running through my head and I have NO idea why:
“Let’s go down to the Sunset Grill
We can watch the working girls go by
Watch the “basket people” walk around and mumble
And stare out at the auburn sky
There’s an old man there from the Old World
To him, it’s all the same
Calls all his customers by name
Down at the Sunset Grill …”
— Don Henley
It must have been playing at the pub last night and it got stuck in my head.
Murmaider! Murmaider! Murmaider! Murmaider! Murmaider! Murmaider! Murmaider! Murmaider! Murmaider! Murmaider! Murmaider! Murmaider! Murmaider! Murmaider! Murmaider! Murmaider!
New Jersey Turnpike in the wee wee hours
I was rolling slowly ‘cause of drizzlin’ showers
Up come a flattop he was movin’ up with me
Then come sailin’ goodbye
In a little old souped-up jitney
I put my foot in my tank and I begin to roll
Moanin’ sirens, was the state patrol
So I get out my wings and then I blew my horn
Bye-bye New Jersey I become airborne
Chuck Berry (“You Can’t Catch Me”)
“Rainy days and Mondays always let me down”