Well I jumped into the river to many times to make it home
And now that you've been broken down
Got your head out of the clouds
You're back down on the ground
And you don't talk so loud
An you don't walk so proud
Any more
What's the tasteful limit of consecutive repetitions of a song when you're by yourself? I mean, if I'm with other people, the repeat is off. There's always one in the group who hates The New Riders of the Purple Sage, so we play it through and that's it. But the other 99% of my life, what does good taste dictate? Is it a problem if I'm on my fifth iteration of Estranged? Even if times 2 and 4 were the music video?
Bowling was alright tonight, even though I only flirted with 150 one out of three games. When we were going every week, I'd usually have at least one game in the 160s or 170s. Took a month or two off and the game went to hell in a hand basket. The surfing/lifting plus two days of the soccer didn't help either, honestly. I couldn't complain because, honestly, how much effort does bowling take? Still, the fact that I have the body of an 85 year old doesn't help. I mean, I can barely even play catch with the kids anymore (play="have a" if you're from the east coast).
So Lenny called last night. Apparently he's releasing a new album called "Kravitz Is What Kravitz Does". He asked me to write some lyrics for this one song; there are only like 4 chords in the whole thing. Here's what I have so far:
Oh, baby.
Oh, baby, baby.
Baby, I need you, baby.
Don't ever let me go, baby.
Baby, baby.
Baby, baby, I need you, baby.
Baby, baby, baby.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Any thoughts? He said it was the most original thing he's heard in a long time. I figure it's a step of up from those songs that the stupid wanna be Sublime cover bands keep asking me to write. I mean, pot is pot, right? Get over it.
Tonight's poll:
A man approaches you. You happen to be a female (it is assumed you are human). Chit chat ensues. Eventually you ask him where he lives. He says, "Over by the harbor. Actually, in the harbor. I live on a boat."
This man is:
a) Creative and not afraid to do something he likes. Hmm, sounds interesting.
b) Too much of a deadbeat to spring for some honest to god property.
c) A free spirit, but won't amount to much. Love 'im, leave 'im.
d) Could leave the country at anytime. Move on and find someone else.
Survey says?
Got your head out of the clouds
You're back down on the ground
And you don't talk so loud
An you don't walk so proud
Any more
What's the tasteful limit of consecutive repetitions of a song when you're by yourself? I mean, if I'm with other people, the repeat is off. There's always one in the group who hates The New Riders of the Purple Sage, so we play it through and that's it. But the other 99% of my life, what does good taste dictate? Is it a problem if I'm on my fifth iteration of Estranged? Even if times 2 and 4 were the music video?
Bowling was alright tonight, even though I only flirted with 150 one out of three games. When we were going every week, I'd usually have at least one game in the 160s or 170s. Took a month or two off and the game went to hell in a hand basket. The surfing/lifting plus two days of the soccer didn't help either, honestly. I couldn't complain because, honestly, how much effort does bowling take? Still, the fact that I have the body of an 85 year old doesn't help. I mean, I can barely even play catch with the kids anymore (play="have a" if you're from the east coast).
So Lenny called last night. Apparently he's releasing a new album called "Kravitz Is What Kravitz Does". He asked me to write some lyrics for this one song; there are only like 4 chords in the whole thing. Here's what I have so far:
Oh, baby.
Oh, baby, baby.
Baby, I need you, baby.
Don't ever let me go, baby.
Baby, baby.
Baby, baby, I need you, baby.
Baby, baby, baby.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Any thoughts? He said it was the most original thing he's heard in a long time. I figure it's a step of up from those songs that the stupid wanna be Sublime cover bands keep asking me to write. I mean, pot is pot, right? Get over it.
Tonight's poll:
A man approaches you. You happen to be a female (it is assumed you are human). Chit chat ensues. Eventually you ask him where he lives. He says, "Over by the harbor. Actually, in the harbor. I live on a boat."
This man is:
a) Creative and not afraid to do something he likes. Hmm, sounds interesting.
b) Too much of a deadbeat to spring for some honest to god property.
c) A free spirit, but won't amount to much. Love 'im, leave 'im.
d) Could leave the country at anytime. Move on and find someone else.
Survey says?
posted by dansout2c at 12:16 AM
1 Comments:
a fisherman?
oh wait, that's not an option. Do boats have water beds? Or is that just unecessary? If you had a waterbed on a boat, would they cancel each other out?
P.S. I love Claire.
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