Friday seems to have rolled around rather quickly this week...perhaps the aftereffect of a long weekend in the mountains. But here I am, back in the Happy ’Burbs of Northern Atlanta, where the traffic is excremental and its growth is exponential.
I am looking forward to spending the weekend with the Mistress of Sarcasm, who rolled into town yesterday with boyfriend Mickey. Alas, my pleasure will be tempered by the fact that I currently am suffering with a dose of the Green Snots. I get colds but rarely, but when I do, they’re doozies. Perhaps Jimbo’s remedy - hot tea with lemon and a slug of Myers’s Jamaican Rum - will set me straight. Or on my ear.
Meantime, while we wait for my sinuses to drain, let’s inspect the Random Spewage of my Litle White Choon-Box, shall we? Listen up:
I am looking forward to spending the weekend with the Mistress of Sarcasm, who rolled into town yesterday with boyfriend Mickey. Alas, my pleasure will be tempered by the fact that I currently am suffering with a dose of the Green Snots. I get colds but rarely, but when I do, they’re doozies. Perhaps Jimbo’s remedy - hot tea with lemon and a slug of Myers’s Jamaican Rum - will set me straight. Or on my ear.
Meantime, while we wait for my sinuses to drain, let’s inspect the Random Spewage of my Litle White Choon-Box, shall we? Listen up:
- Jou Nou Revolte - Boukman Eksperyans
- Lemmen jumalatar - Tuomari Nurmio & Alamaailman Vasarat
- Blame It On Cain (Alternate) - Elvis Costello
- The Fez - Steely Dan
- Sheik of Araby - Paul Whiteman
- Komm, Gib Mir Deine Hand - The Beatles
- Still, There’ll Be More - Procol Harum
I’ll bathe my eyes in a river of salt
I’ll grow myself right up to the sky
I’ll sing in the forest, tear down the trees
I’ll foul all the fountains and trample the leaves
I’ll blacken your Christmas and piss on your door
You’ll cry out for mercy, but still there’ll be more
I’ll put a blight in the orchard
I’ll run wild through the fields
I’ll waylay your daughter and kidnap your wife
Savage her sexless and burn out her eyes
I’ll blacken your Christmas and piss on your door
You’ll cry out for mercy, but still there’ll be more - Incognito - The Judybats
- No One Else - Weezer
- Shou-Biznes - Leningrad
A ya tut pered vami krivlyayus’ i tantsuyu
Igrayu na gitare poyu, blya nu i khuli
A deneg ved’ nam platyat, kak kot naplakal
Takoi blya shou-bizness, ebanyi mazafaka
Gde vashi ruki, beite v ladoshi suki
Gde vashi ruki, beite v ladoshi suki
Gde vashi ruki, beite v ladoshi suki
A vypit’ muzykantu, nuzhno litrov pyat’
Chtoby, khotya by v noty nemnogo popadat’
A deneg ved’ nam platyat, kak kot naplakal
Takoi blya shou-bizness, ebanyi mazafaka
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