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Ethnicity. YAHTZEE!!
Location Wyoming, MI
School. Grand Valley State Univ
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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!

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