World, shut your mouth-Julian Cope
I love Julian Cope. I wanted to marry him until I was 35.
“Let’s play vet”
I still have the freakin Shins in my head.
But I guess it’s much better than the time I got a song my first grade student composed stuck in my head:
Who cut the cheese
You cut the cheese
If everybody cuts the cheese
I will die, I will die.
Breakin’ The Law - Judas Priest
I have an entire CD running through my head after a weekend of hauling the kids around in the minivan with no other CDs on board. Fortunately it’s short–about 15 minutes. In case you want to be infected, here are some of the lyrics from the “No!” CD by They Might Be Giants (who’d’ve thought TMBG would start doing kids music?!):
Spaghetti is from China but Italians make it best
Ants can make an anthill and monkeys make a nest
Hungary isn’t hungry
And French fries aren’t from France
Turkeys aren’t from Turkey – they can’t fly but they can dance
But where…?
Where do they make balloons?
I LIKE TO MOVE IT, MOVE IT 
I LIKE TO MOVE IT, MOVE IT I LIKE TO MOVE IT, MOVE IT
[watched Madagascar last night]
“Knock Three Times (on the ceiling if you want me),” god help me. I’m guessing it’s payback for the full-colour dream I had last night featuring a no-panties bar in Wulai in which all the waitresses had ginger hair. Everything comes at a price, it seems.
“Smellycat, smellycat, what are they feeding you?”
Twice on the pipe… if the answer is no
“Its not unusual to be loved by anyone…”
Egads! Pyramid builders! They didn’t blow harmnicas too, did they? Goatees?
HG
‘Kick me with your leather boots’
If the lie you told was true then it wouldn’t be a lie.
When you told your best friend Gwendolyn I was your only guy.
Your sophistication makes me feel so paranoid.
Kick me with your leather boots,
The way that I enjoy.
Please my dear - kick me with your leather boots.
I’m sincere - Kick me with your leather boots.
Socrates and Schopenhauer are really very nice.
Told you 'bout Ardiles and you said you’d read him twice.
Your stunning social conscience has me running round the bend.
Kick me with your leather boots,
Kick me hard again.
Please my dear - kick me with your leather boots.
I’m sincere - Kick me with your leather boots.
You took me to your bedroom and I got such a thrill,
It was like a sequal to the Boys from Brazil.
When we wear our leather boots we’re so unashamed.
You smashing left foot volley,
Sends the blood to my brain.
You said Dostoyevsky was the greatest of them all,
In my opinion Boniek had better ball control.
Your neo sophist conscience has me running up the wall
Kick me with your leather boots
Kick me till I fall.
Please my dear - kick me with your leather boots.
I’m sincere - Kick me with your leather boots.
I’m aware that listening is a function of the mind,
Foggy Felix Mendelsohn was well before my time.
Please my dear - kick me with your leather boots.
I’m sincere - Kick me with your leather boots.
Name the artist and you get to buy me a cocktail of your choice.
They’ve done Kids’ music for a long time. I remeber their music on a lot of cartoons. Now as for Devo doing kids music…oh well. Whip it good.
‘Kinky Afro’ Happy Mondays.
Just the bestest. 'Son, I’m thirty, I only went with your mother ‘cos she’s dirty.’ ‘So come on and tell me twice’
today, mine’s “fly me to the moon” from Neon genesis evangelion
Off topic: who here works for a taiwanese company that pumps in Muzak to the office? i have to listen to “a whole new world” every day of the working week, which is kinda contradictory, based on the lyrics
…every sha-la-la-la, every wo-wo-wo…still shines…
…every shing-a-ling-a-ling …
Kill me. Please.
Right now, “God Gave Me Everything I Want” by Mick Jagger. I downloaded a 2001 Saturday Night Live with Hugh Jackman as the host. Mick performed. He was really good and he played the harp. I liked it so much that I figured the harmonica part of it on my D or E. I think he was playing C or another chord. I was rockin’ it out before work this afternoon.
That guy can perform.
God gave me everything I want
Come on
I’ll give it all to you
God gave me everything I want
Come on
I’ll give it all to you
The only thing that’ll get rid of that is a big bottle of whiskey.
Shudder. Stop going to the KTV with the locals. They love that one. Barf.
Work has been hell lately. Boss doesn’t do a damned thing. Never has. I do all his work. Cost down, cost down, headcount reductions. I’m the only waiguoren, expected to do everything. On the verge of just walking out the door. :help:
Have had this running through my head.
Too bad you don’t have something that sounds good in a big hollow space. With me it’s been You’re so Vain. Sounds great.