Brother, have you got a smokeI was managing my LJ tags the other day and came to the sobering realisation that I've used "rant" about three times for every two I've used "strolls". So tonight I went for a walk. Not a particularly ambitious or interesting one, just to the end of the street to pick up antacids and then back the long way. It was even a bit longer since a half block before I came to my corner, Camper Van Beethoven's "Come On Darkness" came on my iPod (my favourite stanza is quoted above) so I walked around the block in order to keep listening to it.
Or, baby, have you got a dime?
Seems like we're all
Just a little down on our luck.
Baby, if you're workin' now
Out in Bakersfield
At some honky-tonk
They call "The Wagon Wheel"
It was nothing at allI needed the TUMS, I needed the exercise, but even more I needed a break. The personal e-mail account I've had for ten years almost to the day is expiring at the end of the month. And it's not POP-enabled (why didn't I think to look for such things back then?) so the only way to save any of the e-mails is to forward them individually. So I've just completed looking through over 2700 and weeding out the ones I think I may actually want to read again.
The time we shared
And still somehow
I've never felt so alone
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monshu a couple weeks back that I didn't think so, but perhaps I was only feeling sorry for myself. Scratch that--I know I was feeling sorry for myself. But that doesn't mean what I said was false.itchwoot. [Warning: Do not follow the link unless you've a burning desire to see what it might look like if Statler and Waldorf started a Eurodance band. In Bratislava.]Hó ró, hó ró! sult is greann is ceol!(Complete lyrics available on this useful site.) If you have a little trouble remembering how the tune goes, here's a concert version from The Chieftains to jog your memory. (Just do your best to ignore the singer. I don't know where they got him, but his Irish pronunciation is terrible!)
Hó ró, hó ró! sult is greann is ceol!
Fá la la lá, fá la la lá
Fá la la lá, fá la la lá
Sult is greann is ceol
Fá la la lá, fá la la lá!
bunj's answer shows, even execrable American hipster "French" qualifies!febrile knows just how to drive me crazy: Burn me a CD of foreign songs without titles. I spent hours last night listening to the tracks and trying to pick out large enough crumbs to drop into Google. My first success:Ra Ra Rasputin, lover of the Russian queenIt wasn't a dream, it was a Boney M song (which says nothing to me, but it may to you hip kids)--and thanks to the length of our visit and shortness of the tape, we got to hear it twice more. Remember, this is the place where I heard the trilingual "Feliz Navidad" at holiday time. AFAIK, their slogan isn't:
They put some poison into his wine
Ra Ra Rasputin, Russia's greatest love machine
He drank it all and said "I feel fine"
Ra Ra Rasputin, lover of the Russian queen
They didn't quit, they wanted his head
Ra Ra Rasputin, Russia's greatest love machine
And so they shot him till he was dead.
Come for the phở--stay for the music!but sometimes I think it should be.
bitterlawngnome: "[T]ake the standard lyrics and develop an interpretation of them that proves they are satanic in nature."We'll have lots of fun with mister snowman until the alligators knock him downAlligators??? WTFF? Is this a bowdlerisation on the part of those who don't want to remind young carolers that there are mean kids who like to mess up your stuff? I can't imagine that the original lyrics were that bizarre.
nibadi burned for me.magdalene put out a call for "mondegreens". I've already posted a couple in response and two more just occurred to me over second lunch. Rather than continuing to burden her journal, I thought I'd post them here.
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