Sunday Morning Coming Down – or, to be accurate – Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down.
And I don’t even drink anymore. And it ain’t even Sunday. Or mornin’.
All together now –
No? I think I’m singing this all by myself.
Home alone.
This calls for “Ecstacy” by PJ Harvey.
Auntie Pam - I’ll sing with you, as long as you can stand my Kristofferson imitation…
I am a redhead, you see, and I do not tempt. I insist. -Cristi
Tearin’ It Up (And Burnin’ It Down) or Wild as the Wind
Your Official Cat Goddess since 10/20/99.
“We are here! You are saved!” --R. & F.
Old, Fat and Drunk by the Austin Lounge lizards.
“Do you feel yourslf to be some kind of vegetable these days?
Potato, or a squash, or worse I fear.
Our proportions are grotesque,
But we’re sorta picturesque,
As we sit here in the bar swillin’ beer.”
JB
Lex Non Favet Delicatorum Votis
It’s the End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine)
I hate REM though, so I’m not certain that’s the title.
http://www.madpoet.com
Computers have let mankind make mistakes faster than any other invention, with the possible exception of tequila and handguns.
All I Want to Do is have some fun.
Sheryl Crow
Waiting for the End of the World
Elvis Costello
You want brilliance BEFORE I’ve had my coffee!!!
An old Vera Lynn Song
I’m in Heaven 
We are, each of us angels with only one wing,and we can only fly by embracing one another
Mommy, can i go out and kill toinght? - The Misfits
She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle from screen doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open again.
“So tired” is my song of the day.
I don’t even want to go out again tonight but I have to. ::grumble::
Some drink at the fountain of knowledge…others just gargle.