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S M T W T F S 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 | TMBG Love and Other Pointless Gestures Monday. 8.13.07 11:06 pm It's been awhile since I've posted here... man. What's been going on... things to write... must think of something interesting. Hell. I've got nothing. Okay, I could talk about my continuing fascination with They Might Be Giants -- new album out in July -- it's pretty awesome. The first CD stamping also contains a bonus CD full of rarities and tracks that didn't make the album. My favorite song so far from The Else is Climbing the Walls. The lyrics are provided thusly: I can't talk, I got to go Don't call me back, I won't get the door Got to focus on the job 'Cause I got a new job climbing the walls I was grinding my teeth, I was wasting my youth And using up my teeth Now I'm done chewing my nails Hanging my head, chasing my tail It got so bad I quit my job Then I got a new job climbing the walls Too much junk, too much junk Can we please clear out this house? In the trunk, in the trunk And then we'll take it all to the dump Then we won't need the car 'Cause we'll stay where we are And I'll have all this room I got tired of pacing the floor Sick of it all, I'm done with the floor Walked away ever since I got a new job climbing the walls I was grinding my teeth, I was wasting my youth And using up my teeth Now I'm done chewing my nails Hanging my head, chasing my tail It got so bad I quit my job Then I got a new job climbing the walls The deep end, the deep end People talk a lot, but they don't know They pretend, they pretend They don't really know how deep it goes Now I misunderstood, Thought the wall was just good For staring blankly at I got tired of pacing the floor Sick of it all, I'm done with the floor Walked away ever since I got a new job climbing the walls Now I'm done chewing my nails Hanging my head, chasing my tail It got so bad I quit my job Then I got a new job climbing the walls Got a new job climbing the walls Got a new job climbing the walls You owe it to John and John to buy this album... why? Because it's awesome and I say so, that's why. Don't argue... it gives you wrinkles. My favorite song on the bonus disc, Cast Your Pod to the Wind, is Brain Problem Situation. A hilarious little ditty about alcoholism and DUIs. Wake up Put on my makeup And pick the rake up And rake my hair And I think, maybe, but I don't know But I'm starting to feel like I got a Brain Problem Situation on my hands I think, maybe, but I don't know But I'm starting to feel like I got a Brain Problem Situation on my hands I think, maybe, but I don't know But I'm starting to feel like I got a Brain Problem Situation on my hands On my hands, I'm looking down, and I can't see what I've got On my hands there's a Brain Problem Situation Twenty nine inches of snow on the top of the Situation on the Brain And the scraper I buried somewhere in the springtime will emerge And I think, maybe, but I don't know But I'm starting to feel like I got a Brain Problem Situation on my hands I think, maybe, but I don't know But I'm starting to feel like I got a Brain Problem Situation in the bag In the bag, in the paper bag, is the source of the call It was traced to the paper bag Yes the call has been traced to the bag Stand up And put our hand up And with our eyes closed We touch our nose And the cop tells us, but we don't know But we're starting to feel like we got a Brain Problem Situation on our hands We think, officer, but we don't know But we're starting to feel like we got a Brain Problem Situation on our hands On our hands Ooo ooo On our hands In the drunk tank We're in the drunk tank We're in the drunk tank All by ourselves And I think, maybe, but I don't know But I'm starting to feel like I got a Brain Problem Situation on my hands And I think, maybe, but I don't know But I'm starting to feel like I got a Brain Problem Situation on my hands On my hands I could make a crack about Lindsey Lohan but I won't... I have more dignity than that. Right, so this post was entirely pointless and inconsequential, as most of my rambling is... Sigh. Side note: THERE IS A FREAKING BUG THAT KEEPS TRYING TO FLY RIGHT INTO MY EYE! Categories: They Might Be Giants [t], Music [t] 0 Comments.
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