what's listening to E, and vice versa

E doesn't care much for smoking, especially women who smoke; in anyone it's just the craziest ugliest thing to do, but that's neither here nor there cause I like this song. Like it lots. Perhaps it's the melody, which is very easy on the aural planes, or maybe it's the sentiments of love and the comparisons of adorations to the simplest complexions.

Here's why I like it so much...


40 Dogs (Romeo & Juliet)
-Bob Schneider

Well if I spell it out, if I get it out,
Will you hear me when I tell you about
What I have to say, before it gets too late?
It's not as easy as I said it'd be,
But there’s something right about you and me,
Something right about you and me.

Well you’re the color of a burning brook,
You’re the color of a sideways look from an undercover cop in a comic book
You’re the color of a storm in June,
You're the color of the moon.
You’re the color of the night, that’s right,
Color of a fight - you move me.
You’re the color of the colored part of The Wizard of Oz movie.

We're like Romeo and Juliet,
We're like 40 dogs, cigarettes,
We're like good times that haven’t happened yet but will.
And I can tell you where we're gonna be
When the whole world falls to the sea:
We’ll be livin’ ever after, happily.

All the boys taking you for granted,
Tell you what they want with their eyes all slanted.
I don’t like the way they look at you,
I don’t like the way they talk to,
I don’t like the way they talk to you.
I wouldn’t let 'em talk to you like that.

Put 'em up high, reach for the ceiling.
Tell them that I'ma walk, damn it, I'm real,
And it ain't no crime, it's just dreams we’re stealing -
Anything to get more of this feeling

You take the high and I'll take the low,
We'll get there before you know.
We ain't got no time to waste,
We got too much life to taste.

We're like Romeo and Juliet,
And 40 dogs, cigarettes,
We're like good times that haven’t happened yet but will.
And I can tell you where we're gonna be
When the whole world falls to the sea:
We’ll be livin’ ever after, happily.

Sometimes you remind me of a moonbeam,
On the ghost of a moonbeam out on the beach,
Down by the coast, slip into Manila,
Like the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

Come out tonight, come out with me, baby.
We'll throw the careful into the crazy,
Turn the sky black into a sky blue,
Turn the close shave into a hoo-hoo.
What I say is true, make a fire, gotta burn a few,
Make a fire, gotta burn a few,
We can do what we want to do.

We're like Romeo and Juliet, 40 dogs, cigarettes,
We're like good times that haven’t happened yet but will.
I can tell you where we're gonna be
When the whole world falls to the sea:
We’ll be livin’ ever after, happily.


It's a free download at Amazon.com (as of Feb 17, 2010)

stuck on a groove

I've been listening to the same song for several days now. Over and over. Had the iPod set to repeat. Can't say why, exactly. All I know is it felt right, so I listened... perhaps a hundred or more times. I do know this though, there's been a lot of heavy things on my mind so perhaps this song got me through. But I have moved on. I've reengaged 'shuffle' and other songs have begun to play. Still. It makes me wonder why I do this. It happens more often than you might think, but never for 5 days solid.

Here's a link to the mp3. It's a free download.

They Don't Know
-Tracey Ullman

looking for wisdom in compulsory bEhavior

I often find myself listening to the same song over and over and over... a momentary lapse into obsessive compulsory behavior.

Three songs I had trouble allowing the ipod to shuffle past today...

• For No One -- The Beatles
• Still At Home -- Luna
• Cuyahoga -- REM

Can any wisdom be derived by a merging of the three?

When everything comes crying to you
Take a picture [as a] souvenir
Cause in her eyes you see nothing

Perhaps not. Chalk it up to another bout of compulsory obsession.