sitting in the morning sun, i'll be sitting when the evening comes.

here's a random song lyric thread, just because i'm bored, type whatever song comes into your head....

RIGHT NOW.

 

Soul sloshing
don't shush me
Just listen to me
pretty little kitty in the sky
The bass of my laughter
my gut is the speaker
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Sweet is my surprise!

Self involved security, yet you are such a part of me
And somehow what we do seeps into me, seeps into you
It's subtle-it's creepy knees
It's condescension versus humility
I know you! (I swear I do)
You're just like me- You're sipping a cup of pity
Aw!
Did I forget to mention I'm the centre of attention
In my universe my pain's my pension
I know you! (I swear I do)
You're just like me-You're sipping a cup of dreams
Yeah!


I bet nobody here knows who that is.

 

If I die and go to hell real soon,
it will appear to me as this room.
And for eternity I lay in bed
in my boxers, half stoned,
with the pillow under my head.

I'd be chatting on the interweb;
maggots pray upon the living dead.
I had no interest in the things she said.
On the phone every day,
I'll permanently hit the hay.

I called her on the phone and she touched herself.
She touched herself. She touched herself.
I called her on the phone and she touched herself.
I laughed myself to sleep.

At this rate,
I'll be heading for electric chairs.
I'm only human with my cross to bear.
When she described her underwear
I forgot all the rules my rabbi taught me in the old schul.

You're too young to be this empty girl
I'll prepare you for a sick dark world
Know that you'll be my downfall.
But I call and I call and I call.

I called her on the phone and she touched herself.
She touched herself. She touched herself.
I called her on the phone and she touched herself.
I laughed myself to sleep.

I had that song stuck in my head for six months.

 

^^that's a great song, good to dance to^^

movin to the country,
i'm gonna eat a lotta peaches,
movin to the country,
i'm gonna eat a lot of peaches...

peaches come from a can
they were put there by a man
in a factory
downtown...

 

Caroline! Caroline!
All the guys would say she's mighty fine
But mighty fine only got you somewhere half the time
And the other half either got you cursed out, or coming up short
Yeah, now dig this, even though (even though)
You'd need a golden calculator to divide (to divide)
The time it took to look inside and realize that
Real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah!

 

My friend Isaac sings that song sometimes. I only know that because of the Interweb part. He's not a very good singer.

For once I don't have a song stuck in my head, and I don't know the one playing right now at all to put down any lyrics.

 

I've been musically deprived lately. The turntable broke, so I ordered an Audio Technica cartridge with an elliptical stylus from (866) BELTS-2U in Oregon yesterday to fix my other turntable. until it gets here next week I've got no music other than the radio. which sucks

 

Drifting on a sea of forgotten teardrops
On a lifeboat
Sailing for your love
Sailing home