4.27.2005
When I slit my wrists, pure grade pop ooozzzess out...
"Sugar (shimmy, clap, shimmy,clap)...(dun du dun duh dun da) awww honey honey......you are my candy girl and you got me wanting you....Awwwh, Honey (shimmy, clap, shimmy,clap)...(dun du dun duh dun da)....awwww sugar sugar....you are my candy girl and you got me wanting you..."
I just had to get that out. I've never really understood what it is in my brain (and I believe many other people suffer from this too) that causes random songs to tune in and play...over and over and over again...sometimes for months at a time...
A little over a year ago, I had Hall and Oats "I Can't Go for That" stuck in my head for at least two months. Of course, this was prompted by Simply Red (of all bands...really) sampling this song in a single they put out around the same time. So I guess it's not all completly random.
Stupid music and it's applications to everyday life. I, unfortunatley, still find myself at work...doing dishes and emersing my hands in the sudsy water singing...."It's tooo hot...it's tooo hot, lady...gotta run for shelter, gotta run for shade... (smoooooth jazz guitar, yeah.)...I just can't take it, baby!"
That's right...I can't seem remember what it was I was doing just five minutes ago....I also can't seem to remember a person's name (apparently, it takes at least three introductions and at least one embarassing story referrencing the initial introduction)...ask me anything about that ancient language I studied for six years, and I'd be at a loss...but I CAN remember the lyrics of any really, really bad pop song that came out in the past 30 years.
Please tell me that there's a career that really zeros in on this skill....please....tell me...
I just had to get that out. I've never really understood what it is in my brain (and I believe many other people suffer from this too) that causes random songs to tune in and play...over and over and over again...sometimes for months at a time...
A little over a year ago, I had Hall and Oats "I Can't Go for That" stuck in my head for at least two months. Of course, this was prompted by Simply Red (of all bands...really) sampling this song in a single they put out around the same time. So I guess it's not all completly random.
Stupid music and it's applications to everyday life. I, unfortunatley, still find myself at work...doing dishes and emersing my hands in the sudsy water singing...."It's tooo hot...it's tooo hot, lady...gotta run for shelter, gotta run for shade... (smoooooth jazz guitar, yeah.)...I just can't take it, baby!"
That's right...I can't seem remember what it was I was doing just five minutes ago....I also can't seem to remember a person's name (apparently, it takes at least three introductions and at least one embarassing story referrencing the initial introduction)...ask me anything about that ancient language I studied for six years, and I'd be at a loss...but I CAN remember the lyrics of any really, really bad pop song that came out in the past 30 years.
Please tell me that there's a career that really zeros in on this skill....please....tell me...
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Abberatia:
So if I were playing your game, could I walk up to you and say in a monotone, "I'm hot-blooded. Check it and see. I've got a fever of 103"?
that gets people every time!
So if I were playing your game, could I walk up to you and say in a monotone, "I'm hot-blooded. Check it and see. I've got a fever of 103"?
that gets people every time!
Oooh, The Archies and their hit, Sugar,Sugar!! If you get a little bit more knowledge of your random songs, you could be a DJ or an American Idol judge. Still, the exotic florist is still my default for you. You don't even have to sell fancy flowers: sell carnations with little clothing on. Eh? Any takers?
~The Booklahver
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