Yes, indeedy - it’s Friday. The weekend, with its Sundry and Manifold Joys - which for me will include Fun with Mr. TurboTax - approacheth. Time for yet another installment of “What’s Playing on Elisson’s Little White Choon Box?”
Let’s just take a look, shall we? Here we go:
Let’s just take a look, shall we? Here we go:
- I’m Going Straight to Heaven - MC 900 Foot Jesus
- The More You Ruv Someone - Avenue Q, Original Broadway Cast
Kate Monster:
Why can’t people get along and love each other, Christmas Eve?
Christmas Eve:
You think getting along same as loving?
Sometimes love right where you hating most, Kate Monster.
Kate Monster:
Huh?
Christmas Eve:
The more you love someone,
The more you want to kill ’im.
The more you love someone,
The more he make you cry
Though you are try
For making peace
With them and loving,
That’s why you love so strong
You like to make him die!
The more you love someone,
The more he make you crazy.
The more you love someone,
The more you wishing him dead!
Sometime you look at him
And only see fat and lazy,
And wanting baseball bat
For hitting him on his head!
Love
Kate Monster:
Love
Christmas Eve:
And hate
Kate Monster:
And hate
Christmas Eve:
They like two brothers
Kate Monster:
Brothers
Christmas Eve:
Who go on a date
Kate Monster:
Who...what?
Christmas Eve:
Where one of them goes,
Other one follows
You inviting love
He also bringing sorrows
Kate Monster:
Ah, yes.
Christmas Eve:
The more you love someone,
The more you want to kill ’im.
Loving and killing
Fit like hand in glove!
Kate Monster:
Hand in glove.
Christmas Eve:
So if there someone
You are wanting so
To kill ’im.
You go and find him.
And you get him.
And you no kill him.
’Cause chances good
Both:
He is your love. - Golden Shower of Hits - Circle Jerks
- Gently Tender - The Incredible String Band
- Chances Are - Johnny Mathis
- You’re Drivin’ Me Crazy - Squirrel Nut Zippers
- Harlem Swing - Django Reinhardt
- Stompin’ with Fess - Professor Longhair
- Muffin Man - Frank Zappa
(spoken)
The Muffin Man is seated at the table in the laboratory of the Utility Muffin Research Kitchen. Reaching for an oversized chrome spoon, he gathers an intimate quantity of dried muffin remnants. And brushing his scapular aside, proceeds to dump these inside of his shirt...
He turns to us and speaks:
“Some people like cupcakes better. I, for one, care less for them!”
Arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot of a fully charged icing anointment utensil, he poots forth a quarter-ounce green rosette (oh, ah, yuk yuk. Let’s try that again...!) He poots forth a quarter-ounce green rosette near the summit of a dense but radiant muffin of his own design.
Later he says:
“Some people...some people like cupcakes exclusively, while I, myself, say there is naught, nor ought there be, nothing so exalted on the face of God’s grey earth as that prince of foods...The Muffin!”
(sung)
Girl you thought he was a man
But he was a muffin
He hung around ’til you found
That he didn't know nuthin’
Girl you thought he was a man
But he only was a-puffin’
No cries is heard in the night
As a result of him stuffin’
[This song is dedicated to the lovely Boudicca.] - Ladykillers - Lush
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