Welcome once again to Blog d’Elisson’s Friday Random Ten, the weekly feature in which I post a selection of Choons drawn at random from the fabled iPod d’Elisson.
The kitchen renovations I mentioned in last week’s Friday Random Ten post have been delayed a week, owing to the delivery of a flawed granite slab to the installer. Flaws, indeed: twelve deep scratches, all half-heartedly covered up with Magic Marker in the vain hope that they would not be discovered until too late. Bah.
A replacement slab has been delived and pronounced good, so the Disruptive Work should begin in earnest on Monday. Which works out fine for us, since I have been commissioned to prepare two enormous slabs of poached salmon for a bridal shower we are co-hosting this weekend.
But you don’t give a crap about fish, now, do you? No. You want to know what Elisson’s Little White Choon-Box is spewing forth today. Here you go:
The kitchen renovations I mentioned in last week’s Friday Random Ten post have been delayed a week, owing to the delivery of a flawed granite slab to the installer. Flaws, indeed: twelve deep scratches, all half-heartedly covered up with Magic Marker in the vain hope that they would not be discovered until too late. Bah.
A replacement slab has been delived and pronounced good, so the Disruptive Work should begin in earnest on Monday. Which works out fine for us, since I have been commissioned to prepare two enormous slabs of poached salmon for a bridal shower we are co-hosting this weekend.
But you don’t give a crap about fish, now, do you? No. You want to know what Elisson’s Little White Choon-Box is spewing forth today. Here you go:
- From the Cradle to the Grave - Leo Kottke
Feeling like a ship out of the ocean
About to go aground on desert sands
Feeling like an eagle losing motion
Tired of flying, ain’t no where to land
Every day’s all the same
Same old ways, never change
Going from the cradle to the grave
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so helpless
Always feeling like my hands are tied
Failure at most everything I’ve dealt with
Ruining most everything I’ve tried
Every day’s all the same
Same old ways, never change
Going from the cradle to the grave
And every day’s all the same
Same old ways, never change
Going from the cradle to the grave
Running from my life at every moment
Never having time to catch my breath
Sometimes I wish this crazy race were over
The thought of living scares me half to death
And every day’s all the same
Same old ways, never change
Going from the cradle to the grave - The Royal Scam - Steely Dan
- Thank You Girl - The Beatles
- Yellow Submarine - The Beatles
- Tumble In The Rough - Stone Temple Pilots
- Zed’s Dead, Baby/Bullwinkle Part II - The Centurians
- Blame It On Cain - Elvis Costello
- Religion/Drugs - Bill Hicks
- Ssekota - Maritu Legesse
- Rhineland (Heartland) - Beirut
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