…are all I’m good for today.
Some series of circumstances conspired to make me feel depressed at work today. Of course what I’m really depressed about is the stuff that I’m supposed to be doing that I’m chickening out from. Shakey progress and fragile feelings.
I am alternately moved by and annoyed at the tone of Larissa Mac Farquahar’s profile of John Ashberry in this week’s New Yorker.
(edit: I already gratefully feel your sympathies, so you don’t have to post hugs what you can post is song lyrics that sound funnier the more you think about them. Here’s one to start with: Hold me closer Tiny Dancer)
What is the tone in the Ashbery profile?
Cum on Eileen.
Feel my fingers as they touch you arms I’m
Spinning around and I feel alright
The book I read was in your eyes
— “The Book I Read” Talking Heads 77
The sexual innuendos are too much fun. *giggle*
One of my favorite Musical songs.:)
I know things Now by: Soundheim
Little Red Riding Hood (LRRH):
Mother said, ‘straight ahead,
Not to delay, or be mislead.’
I should have heeded her advice.
But he seemed so nice.
And he showed me things, many beautiful things,
That I hadn’t thought to explore.
They were off my path, so I never had dared.
I had been so careful, I never had cared.
And he made me feel excited..
Well, excited and scared.
When he said, ‘Come in,’ with that sickening grin,
How could I know what was in store?
Once his teeth were bared, though, I really got scared.
Well, excited and scared..
But he drew me close, and he swallowed me down,
Down a dark, slimy path, where lie secrets that I never want to know,
And when everything familiar seemed to disappear forever,
At the end of the path, was Granny once again,
So we wait in the dark, until someone sets us free,
And we’re brought into the light,
And we’re back at the start..
And I know things now, many valuable things,
That I hadn’t known before.
Do not put your faith in a cape and a hood.
They will not protect you the way that they should.
And take extra care with strangers, even flowers have their dangers,
And though scary is exciting,
Nice is different than good.
Now I know, don’t be scared. Granny is right, just be prepared.
Isn’t it nice to know a lot?
..And a little bit.. not.
in the hold me tradition… a favorite from nina hagen
hold me, hold me, hold me LORD
i may be right, and i may be wrong
hold me MASTER, please don’t let me go
hold me at night time, hold me by day
sometimes i feel so far away
hold me MASTER, please don’t let me go
i’m tempted here, and i’m tempted there
and i don’t know, i don’t know
and sometimes LORD you know i hurt beyond compare
i’m weak oh LORD
you make me strong, make me strong
take me on up LORD, where i belong, where i belong
but holy MASTER, please don’t let me go, don’t let me go
i’m tempted here, and i’m tempted there
and i don’t know, i don’t know
and sometimes LORD you know i hurt beyond compare
i’m weak oh LORD
you make me strong, make me strong
take me on up LORD, where i belong, where i belong
but holy MASTER, please don’t let me go, don’t let me go
yeah, hold me, hold me, hold me
LORD please, please go and hold me
hold me MASTER, and please don’t let me go, don’t let me go
please, please don’t let me go
Have you ever seen a woman coming out of New York City with a frog in her hand ?
Hiawatha didn’t bother too much ’bout Minnie-ha-ha and her tender touch…
Land of Hope and Glory etc…
papa ooh mau mau papa ooh mau mau
1st rule is : The laws of Germany.
2nd rule is : Be nice to Mommy.
3rd rule is : Eat kosher salami.
4th rule is : Don’t talk to Commies.
the vandals – my first christmas as a woman
With Christmas upon us it’s time to be honest
and follow my dreams and to face
a life of delusion and gender confusion
no longer will be the case
I never wanted army men or basketballs,
I only wanted pantyhose and Barbie dolls
And dressing up in mother’s clothing.
My whole life I’ve been feeling only feminine
It always seemed so useless trying to be a man
Now that’s a ghost of Christmas past
Now it feels like the very first time,
cuz it’s going to be the very first time,
that Christmas feels right to me.
And I know that I’m looking good
Just like a real girl should-
It’s my first Christmas as a woman
A doctor reconstructed my genitals
And now I’m waiting underneath the mistletoe
for a guy who could love a girl like me.
I took the hormones and I got my breasts
This season’s gonna be the best to me.
I won’t have to tuck it behind me
Since I got my brand new vaginy
It’s my first Christmas as a woman.
Chop if off! Chop if off! Chop if off!
My penis, chop it off
It’s no use to me.
Cut it off!
Chop it off! Chop it off!
My penis, cut it off so I can finally be
A Woman…
Now I’m finally happy cuz I made my goal
to be a post operation transsexual.
now I’m a pretty lady
Now it feels like the very first time,
cuz it’s going to be the very first time,
that Christmas feels right to me.
Cuz I know that I’m looking good
Just like a real girl should-
It’s my first Christmas as a woman
Fly me to the moon
And let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
In other word, hold my hand
In other word, darling kiss me
The favorite of the Ukelele-playing SF Dykes….
Girlfriend in a coma
I know — it’s serious
Girlfriend in a coma
I know — it’s really serious…..
Wonder if anyone has registered the LJ name girlfriendinacoma?
I believe in you, like Elvis Presley singing live from Las Vegas (‘Angel’, Eurythmics).
Bingo! I like the Eurythmics in general but they had the most ludicrous lyrics ever
“I’ve washed the clothes, I’ve cleaned the floor
Watch me walking out the door”
She attempts to write in a mater of fact way about how he works. There are smoe nice things about it but some of it comes across as cutesy.
Hehehehehehehehhehhehhehhh
You said Eileen
Re: the vandals – my first christmas as a woman
that’s just moving…
Well, the thing is, I found myself hearing that and saying: ‘But I DON’T believe Elvis in his Las Vegas phase!’ I always figured that was kind of the point of the lyric…or not…
Something must be wrong with me.
I wasn’t going to post hugs or anything.
I could only think that if you bring your drip over here, I can help catch the drabs.
Relax, don’t do it, when you want to come
There’s always the Kinks’ “Cum Dancing” too… why these people keep singing about cum, I don’t know!
I never did understand Britney’s “hit me baby, one more time.” What does that mean?
Hello, Metaphor Police? We have an O.D.
“Cannonball”
Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
Still a little hard to say what’s going on
Still a little bit of your ghost your witness
Still a little BIT of your face I haven’t kissed
You step a little closer EACH DAY
Still I can’t SAY what’s going on
Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it’s not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball
Still a little bit of your song in my ear
Still a little bit of your words I long to hear
You step a little closer TO ME
So close that I can’t see what’s going on
Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it’s not hard to fall
When you float like a cannon
Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to cry
So come on courage!
Teach me to be shy
‘Cause it’s not hard to fall
And I don’t WANNA scare her
It’s not hard to fall
And I don’t wanna lose
It’s not hard to grow
When you know that you just don’t know
– Damien Rice
I’m sorry, but dude tries too hard to be too deep, IMAHO.
Gnome fabric
Someone else pointed this fabric out from a recent link.
http://www.reprodepot.com/gnomesblue.html
You can’t beat Barney Sumner for bizarro:
Every time I watch TV
On the news is something major
I’m a prisoner, set me free
Turn this atoll into vapor
Genocide put on the side it’s always new
Politicians want to share their point of view
United Nations are demanding
Foreign troops have made a landing
City dealers at an auction
Shares are falling fast
Suicide is not an option
Waiting for the crash
I walk this wild road
Can you tell me will I reach the end
This endless night goes on
But I still can’t find my way home
Misguided youth are mixing juice with alcohol
Desert states are praying for the rains to fall
Peace in Ireland is an issue
Goodbye bombs we’re gonna miss you
The southern ice has almost gone
The silly fools just carry on
I walk this wild road
Can you tell me will I reach the end
This endless night goes on
But I still can’t find my way home
I walk this wild road
Can you tell me will I reach the end
This endless night goes on
But I still carry on
This world’s out of reach but I don’t want it
The people are creeps that live here on it
It’s always the same, it’s not gonna change
When we go to school with Saddam Hussein
I’d cry all night if I could change it
Ask Jesus Christ could he arrange it
Is there anyone out there who cares
If a child can run free?
Can a girl walk the street?
Will United get beat?