lyrical monday
i hate
your tattoos
you have weak wrists
but i'll keep you
well it's too bad
you're married
to me.
What are you listening to right now (or what's in your head)? Just a few lyrics, not the song or artist.
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i hate
your tattoos
you have weak wrists
but i'll keep you
well it's too bad
you're married
to me.
What are you listening to right now (or what's in your head)? Just a few lyrics, not the song or artist.
Comments
WE LIKE THE MOON
BECAUSE IT IS CLOSE TO US
Posted by: Jason | August 22, 2005 11:52 AM
Italian mobster
shoots a lobster
seafood restaurant gets out of hand
Posted by: skillzy | August 22, 2005 11:53 AM
If you really want to see me
check your papers and your T.V.
Look who's tellin' who what to do
Kiss my ass... good-bye
Posted by: Al | August 22, 2005 12:14 PM
First we forgot where we'd planted those bulbs last year,
Then we forgot that we'd planted at all,
Then we forgot what plants are altogether,
and I blamed you for my freezing and forgetting and
The nights were long and cold and scary,
Can we live through February?
Posted by: bryan | August 22, 2005 12:45 PM
Dar Williams - Spring Street
but I'll push myself up through the dirt
and shake my petals free
I'm resolved to being born
and so resigned to bravery
Posted by: Amphioxus | August 22, 2005 12:50 PM
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year...
Posted by: Solonor | August 22, 2005 12:51 PM
Damn - I posted mine before reading the others. Didn't know there was another Dar fan out there.
Posted by: Amphioxus | August 22, 2005 12:51 PM
Yeah. I was probably typing while you were. Weird stuff, eh?
I'm listening to Spring Street on the live album right now. Cheers!
Posted by: bryan | August 22, 2005 12:55 PM
I hear the same old talk talk talk,
The same old lines,
Don’t do me that today -
If you know what’s good for you you’ll get out of my way...
Posted by: tesco | August 22, 2005 01:10 PM
But now Solonor's tune is in my head! God bless you!
Posted by: tesco | August 22, 2005 01:12 PM
Jason- heh.
puffins also I think maybe
they go quite high too
maybe not as high as the moon
coz the moon is very high...
we like the MOOOON!
Posted by: SarahW | August 22, 2005 01:16 PM
This doesn't make me gay, does it?
Posted by: Sharp as a Marble | August 22, 2005 01:25 PM
Nah. It's all the other little things about you that does it.
Posted by: michele | August 22, 2005 01:36 PM
NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH HEY JUDE
NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH HEY JUDE
NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH HEY JUDE
NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH HEY JUDE
NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH HEY JUDE
NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH HEY JUDE
NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH HEY JUDE
NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH HEY JUDE
Posted by: barney | August 22, 2005 01:46 PM
don't give a damn
'bout any trumpet playing band,
it ain't what they call rock and roll
and the Sultan's they play Creo...
Creo
Posted by: ozone ferd | August 22, 2005 01:47 PM
You car stereo is state of the art
my ghetto blaster is fallin' apart
but hey man you're all show
you always listen to techno-oh-oh-oh
Posted by: Timmer | August 22, 2005 01:50 PM
...does that make me a lesbian?
Posted by: Timmer | August 22, 2005 01:51 PM
Help, I have done it again
I have been here many times before
Hurt myself again today
And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame
Posted by: Yeff | August 22, 2005 02:01 PM
Ho-oh oh oh
Hong Kong Garden
Posted by: Alan | August 22, 2005 02:13 PM
Ho-oh oh oh
Hong Kong Garden
Posted by: Alan | August 22, 2005 02:13 PM
you're pregnant with all this
space thick with honey
but I lost my taste
you're into depression cause
it matches your eyes
(side note: I must have listened to 'around the fur' at least 3 times in the past 3 days)
Posted by: coolrobc | August 22, 2005 02:25 PM
Sometimes I'll just play that part of the song over and over. Something about the way he screams it that's endearing.
Posted by: michele | August 22, 2005 02:28 PM
I am the ground and the dirt
walk on me
face of the earth
Posted by: David Earney | August 22, 2005 02:48 PM
Does any one know where the love of God goes
when the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
if they'd put fifteen more miles behind 'er.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
they may have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names
of the wives and the sons and the daughters.
Posted by: Charlie on the Pennsylvania Turnpike | August 22, 2005 03:02 PM
Charlie, you did NOT go there.
/cries
Posted by: michele | August 22, 2005 03:04 PM
When I was a child
Running in the night
Afraid of what might be
Hiding in the dark
Hiding in the street
Posted by: jwl | August 22, 2005 03:28 PM
Sittin in the morning sun,
I`ll be sittin' when the evening come,
Watching the ships roll in,
And I'll watch 'em roll away again...
Posted by: Annastazia | August 22, 2005 03:55 PM
I can see the raindrops roll
Down my bedroom window slow
Like they're strumming, on the guitar of my soul
Posted by: Don | August 22, 2005 04:34 PM
shopping center crazy
I need some fast relief
the boss says "boy you're lazy"
but I'm just bored beyond belief
laid-off since last summer
man, this really takes the cake
... actually, it's outta work on injury since THIS summer... but ah well!
Posted by: Jim S | August 22, 2005 05:16 PM
No lies without truth,
No hate without love
If either one is not complete
Black Beauty White heat
Posted by: DrObviousSo | August 22, 2005 06:34 PM
We can share the women we can share the wine
We can share what we got of yours 'cause we done shared all of mine
Posted by: chuck | August 22, 2005 07:09 PM
Ohh, Chuck. You just made me go all goosebumpy with memories.
Posted by: michele | August 22, 2005 07:20 PM
H.R. Pufnstuf,
Who's your friend when things get rough?
H.R. Pufnstuf
Can't do a little cause he can't do enough.
Posted by: jack | August 22, 2005 07:24 PM
ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh amore, chiamami, chiamami
ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh appelle-moi, mon cherie, appelle-moi
anytime, any place, any where, any way
anytime, any place, any where, any day
Posted by: AimeeC | August 22, 2005 10:28 PM
Sing for your supper and you'll get breakfast - songbirds always eat.
Posted by: wheels | August 23, 2005 01:51 AM
Side note to ozone ferd - I believe that the Sultans were playing Creole.
Posted by: wheels | August 23, 2005 01:54 AM
You fell down the stairs into my arms
And swiftly ran the other way
And I heard the steady swell of applause
The two drunk kids, trying to figure out which way was home
they got lost as they were taking off each other’s clothes
Posted by: Megan | August 23, 2005 02:39 PM