Friday, September 29, 2006

I'd like to dedicate this song to Lucy

Especially the last two stanzas.

"Taken for Granted" by Sia (Excellent song in its own right, even if the lyrics are ringing a little too true for me at the moment).

I'm sitting in the car again
Waiting for you
You said you'd be a minute
But you've been twenty two
See you've got to do your hair
And get it just right
Sometimes you're in the bathroom
For half of the night

And I'm waiting for you again
Yes I'm waiting for you
And I'm waiting for you again
Tell me what can I do
And I'm waiting for you again
Yes I'm waiting for you
And I'm waiting for you again
Tell me what can I do

Now I'm sitting by the phone again
Waiting for your call
You'd said you'd phone at two
And it's a quarter past four
Now I'm standing out the front
Again It's late at night
And I'm truly sick to death of Sleazy men
Undressing me with their eyes

And I'm waiting for you again
Yes I'm waiting for you
And I'm waiting for you again
Tell me what can I do
And I'm waiting for you again
Yes I'm waiting for you
And I'm waiting for you again

Now I'm back back from
The theater
I watched the show alone
I waited for you and I missed half act one
Have you never heard
Of the phone
I don't like being
Taken for granted
I'm too nice for my own good
See I do what I say
And I say what I do
Is it too much to expect
That you could
I wish you would

I ain't waiting for you no more
I ain't waiting for you
I ain't waiting for you no more
Go find another fool
I ain't waiting for you no more
I ain't waiting for you
I ain't waiting for you no more
It's the usual coup
I ain't waiting for you no more
I ain't waiting for you
I ain't waiting for you no more
May I show you the door
I ain't waiting for you no more
I ain't waiting for you
I ain't waiting for you no more
I ain't missing nothing for you

And Lucy? If I ever see you again, I will tell you this to your face. It's just that I've stopped taking your calls because we're not making any more plans for you to break. Ever. Again.

Saturday, September 23, 2006

I feel like an effing rock star.

Today, I got to buy new pants. And for the first time in probably 10 years, I got to buy new pants because my other ones were too big! I've gone down two sizes. Sweet.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

"Bossy" by Kelis, feat. Too $hort

"It's bout time that she get with me/ Can't stop starin, she's fine and she's pretty."

These are part of the profound lyrics that make up the song, Bossy. That line always sticks out to me because it sounds so redundant. Personally I think pretty is a pre-requisite to being fine. If a woman is described as fine, you already know she's pretty. However, one can be pretty, but at the same not be FINE. You know, so fine that you pronounce "fine" so that it rhymes with "coin." But in order to be fine, you must first be pretty. So the lyric would make more sense to me if reversed. She's pretty and she's fine. She's not just pretty, she is hella fine. But then the lyric wouldn't rhyme which is certainly problematic.

I'm just sayin.

Friday, September 01, 2006

This song reminds me of some people I know.

"Small Dark Movie" by Greg Brown

how are things going in the small dark movie of your life
late at night you call your girlfriend in the morning you call your wife
in the morning you go for coffee leave town by the underpass
leave whatever happened last night cigarette in a champagne glass

the road used to go someplace you never been before
now it's just a race track and the only prize is more
the only off-ramp is up ahead and just where ain't too clear
and change is a semi with smoking wheels filling the rear view mirror

you could really use a rain coat and a pair of cool shoes
you could really use some idea of what you're gonna do
but the road keeps coming at you and you find no place to rest
and in these small dark movies no-one knows what's best

so how are things going in the small dark movie of your life
late at night you call your girlfriend in the morning you call your wife
in the morning you go for coffee leave town by the underpass
leave whatever happened last night cigarette in the champagne glass

how are things going
how are things going
how are things going