Tuesday, August 31, 2004
OFFLINE
I'm going offline here in a few minutes. I'll see you when I get to California...and I'm sure there will be many tales to tell...I'll try to get internet access somewhere along the way to keep people updated, but if not, check back here in a week...farewell...
I'm going offline here in a few minutes. I'll see you when I get to California...and I'm sure there will be many tales to tell...I'll try to get internet access somewhere along the way to keep people updated, but if not, check back here in a week...farewell...
Friday, August 27, 2004
LAST OPEN MIC IN BOSTON
Fabulous tonight...played several sets and everyone was sad to see me go...some shed tears, some cheered me on, some requested that I just keep playing all night long...
Got an offer to have a demo recorded in someone's studio this weekend...think I'm going to take him up on the offer...
At the end of the night, the hosts of the open mic brought me out a cake with candles to wish me farewell...
If I can have this effect in just five weeks at the open mic in Jamaica Plain, imagine what I can do in California...
I will rock L.A. and the airwaves...look for me on MTV...
Fabulous tonight...played several sets and everyone was sad to see me go...some shed tears, some cheered me on, some requested that I just keep playing all night long...
Got an offer to have a demo recorded in someone's studio this weekend...think I'm going to take him up on the offer...
At the end of the night, the hosts of the open mic brought me out a cake with candles to wish me farewell...
If I can have this effect in just five weeks at the open mic in Jamaica Plain, imagine what I can do in California...
I will rock L.A. and the airwaves...look for me on MTV...
Thursday, August 26, 2004
GOODBYE, HARBOR TOWN
I came with a suitcase
I came with a dream
I came to find something
That I couldn't see
The years rolled by
I settled in
I didn't sink
But I couldn't swim
I lost my voice
I couldn't see
I woke one day
And I couldn't breathe
Oooh...it's not my place
Oooh...I need a change
That's why...I'm leaving
GOODBYE, HARBOR TOWN
IT'S TIME TO MOVE ON, IT'S TIME TO HEAD OUT
YOU GAVE ME A HOME, BUT IT FELL TO THE GROUND
SO, GOODBYE, HARBOR TOWN
I came with my hope
I came with my faith
I came to find someplace
Where I could escape
I was beaten up
Broken down
Stretched too thin
Run aground
I lost my way
Lost my touch
Came undone
My spirit crushed
Oooh...it's not my place
Oooh...I need a change
That's why...I'm leaving
GOODBYE, HARBOR TOWN
IT'S TIME TO MOVE ON, IT'S TIME TO HEAD OUT
YOU GAVE ME A HOME, BUT IT FELL TO THE GROUND
SO, GOODBYE, HARBOR TOWN
I didn't know the rain could bring you down so far
I didn't know the clouds could make your heart so dark
I didn't know one day could change it all
I didn't know I'd fall, I didn't know I'd fall
Oooh...I'm not complete
Oooh...This place is killing me
Oooh...I'm leaving
GOODBYE, HARBOR TOWN
IT'S TIME TO MOVE ON, IT'S TIME TO HEAD OUT
YOU GAVE ME A HOME, BUT IT FELL TO THE GROUND
SO, GOODBYE, HARBOR TOWN
YOU GAVE ME A HOME, BUT IT BURNED TO THE GROUND
GOODBYE, HARBOR TOWN
I came with a suitcase
I came with a dream
I came to find something
That I couldn't see
The years rolled by
I settled in
I didn't sink
But I couldn't swim
I lost my voice
I couldn't see
I woke one day
And I couldn't breathe
Oooh...it's not my place
Oooh...I need a change
That's why...I'm leaving
GOODBYE, HARBOR TOWN
IT'S TIME TO MOVE ON, IT'S TIME TO HEAD OUT
YOU GAVE ME A HOME, BUT IT FELL TO THE GROUND
SO, GOODBYE, HARBOR TOWN
I came with my hope
I came with my faith
I came to find someplace
Where I could escape
I was beaten up
Broken down
Stretched too thin
Run aground
I lost my way
Lost my touch
Came undone
My spirit crushed
Oooh...it's not my place
Oooh...I need a change
That's why...I'm leaving
GOODBYE, HARBOR TOWN
IT'S TIME TO MOVE ON, IT'S TIME TO HEAD OUT
YOU GAVE ME A HOME, BUT IT FELL TO THE GROUND
SO, GOODBYE, HARBOR TOWN
I didn't know the rain could bring you down so far
I didn't know the clouds could make your heart so dark
I didn't know one day could change it all
I didn't know I'd fall, I didn't know I'd fall
Oooh...I'm not complete
Oooh...This place is killing me
Oooh...I'm leaving
GOODBYE, HARBOR TOWN
IT'S TIME TO MOVE ON, IT'S TIME TO HEAD OUT
YOU GAVE ME A HOME, BUT IT FELL TO THE GROUND
SO, GOODBYE, HARBOR TOWN
YOU GAVE ME A HOME, BUT IT BURNED TO THE GROUND
GOODBYE, HARBOR TOWN
WORDS OF ADVICE TO THE WOMEN...
When you are staying here, and there is the slightest chance of a relationship (or long-term hook-up), they want nothing to do with you...if you are leaving, and there is no possibility of seriousness or longevity at all, they freak out at you and beg you to stay, or avoid you because "I just really like you too much"
Seems like it should be just one more of our laws (like Hartley's Law)...since this is always the pattern no matter where we are or what we are doing...
When you are staying here, and there is the slightest chance of a relationship (or long-term hook-up), they want nothing to do with you...if you are leaving, and there is no possibility of seriousness or longevity at all, they freak out at you and beg you to stay, or avoid you because "I just really like you too much"
Seems like it should be just one more of our laws (like Hartley's Law)...since this is always the pattern no matter where we are or what we are doing...
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
THE NEWEST MOST FABULOUS IDEA
Beth becomes a paparazzi...except that she only takes pictures of my new band, Static 99 (once we become semi-famous)...since she is going to know where we will be anyway...and since I don't really give a damn what the public thinks, I don't care what pictures are taken of us...man, this scheme is genius...seriously, they pay good money for pics of celebs...we could come up with enough for a down-payment on a house with this one...DING!!!!!
Beth becomes a paparazzi...except that she only takes pictures of my new band, Static 99 (once we become semi-famous)...since she is going to know where we will be anyway...and since I don't really give a damn what the public thinks, I don't care what pictures are taken of us...man, this scheme is genius...seriously, they pay good money for pics of celebs...we could come up with enough for a down-payment on a house with this one...DING!!!!!
Monday, August 23, 2004
IN MY LAST FEW DAYS...
In my last few days, I have gotten to hang out with super friends that I have not seen in years, to mingle and merry-make with old friends and roommates...how can I thank you all enough for making my last few days here so great...brining in old friends from NYC that I didn't expect...and they just rang my doorbell the night of the party and filled my house with that unforgettable laughter...
CAT and MB, that was about the best gift that anyone could have given me...
IN MY LAST FEW DAYS HERE...
In my last few days, I have gotten to hang out with super friends that I have not seen in years, to mingle and merry-make with old friends and roommates...how can I thank you all enough for making my last few days here so great...brining in old friends from NYC that I didn't expect...and they just rang my doorbell the night of the party and filled my house with that unforgettable laughter...
CAT and MB, that was about the best gift that anyone could have given me...
IN MY LAST FEW DAYS HERE...
Friday, August 20, 2004
ANOTHER BELL-WORTHY IDEA
We make an experimental off-broadway musical based on the 80s cult classic film "Killer Clowns From Outer Space"
I've already thought of the names of several numbers that will have to be written for the production, including: "What You Gonna Do With Those Pies, Boys?"; "Another Door?"; as well as "What You Gonna Do, Know My Block Off?"
Those of you who have seen this fabulous B-movie will get it...if not, I suggest you go rent it...it is well worth the $3.95...
We make an experimental off-broadway musical based on the 80s cult classic film "Killer Clowns From Outer Space"
I've already thought of the names of several numbers that will have to be written for the production, including: "What You Gonna Do With Those Pies, Boys?"; "Another Door?"; as well as "What You Gonna Do, Know My Block Off?"
Those of you who have seen this fabulous B-movie will get it...if not, I suggest you go rent it...it is well worth the $3.95...
THE EXORCIST BEGINNING
Please, please, please...for the love of god and all that's holy...DO NOT waste your time and money by going to see the new Exorcist movie...it is literally one of the most dreadful films ever made...I guess we should have known, but we weren't smart...and in the end, The Exorcist Beginning won out over Alien vs. Predator (AVP) (which, most likely, would have been the better choice)...I will give it this...the film did hold our attention for about the first five minutes...that is, until the introduction of the once-priest-turned-Indiana Jones-wanna-be archeologist (who would later turn out to be the hero of this train wreck)...but it really didn't explain much of anything (as any good prequel should)...and there was just too much that didn't make any sense as well as many religious and historical mistakes splattered throughout this tragedy...half way through, I could barely contain my laughter any longer...I lost it when, upon seeing the woman's bedroom which had been trashed and smashed up, TY leaned over to me and said, "I guess she's not going to get her security deposit back..."
You can tell the quality of the movie based on the best line from it: "You want to fuck me in my juicy ass!!" (this was snarled by the woman, who at that point in the movie, had become possessed, by none other than Lucifer himself...
Again, please don't see this movie...save your money for AVP...however, I must say the consensus among the women in the ladie's room after the movie was that it was "much scarier than the first one" and in fact one went on to say in all seriousness, "I'm going to have trouble sleeping tonight after that..." I may too...not out of fear from the movie, but pure horror at the state of Hollywood these days...after this movie as well as the previews that came before it, I think they've really hit the bottom of the barrel and finally run out of ideas...
Please, please, please...for the love of god and all that's holy...DO NOT waste your time and money by going to see the new Exorcist movie...it is literally one of the most dreadful films ever made...I guess we should have known, but we weren't smart...and in the end, The Exorcist Beginning won out over Alien vs. Predator (AVP) (which, most likely, would have been the better choice)...I will give it this...the film did hold our attention for about the first five minutes...that is, until the introduction of the once-priest-turned-Indiana Jones-wanna-be archeologist (who would later turn out to be the hero of this train wreck)...but it really didn't explain much of anything (as any good prequel should)...and there was just too much that didn't make any sense as well as many religious and historical mistakes splattered throughout this tragedy...half way through, I could barely contain my laughter any longer...I lost it when, upon seeing the woman's bedroom which had been trashed and smashed up, TY leaned over to me and said, "I guess she's not going to get her security deposit back..."
You can tell the quality of the movie based on the best line from it: "You want to fuck me in my juicy ass!!" (this was snarled by the woman, who at that point in the movie, had become possessed, by none other than Lucifer himself...
Again, please don't see this movie...save your money for AVP...however, I must say the consensus among the women in the ladie's room after the movie was that it was "much scarier than the first one" and in fact one went on to say in all seriousness, "I'm going to have trouble sleeping tonight after that..." I may too...not out of fear from the movie, but pure horror at the state of Hollywood these days...after this movie as well as the previews that came before it, I think they've really hit the bottom of the barrel and finally run out of ideas...
Thursday, August 19, 2004
12 DAYS...AND THAT'S ALL I'VE GOT TO SAY ABOUT THAT...
HIT AND RUN...
Uhhhh...yeah, so we're down at the Jeannie tonight when we witness a hit and run. This guy coming down South Street, swerves into the opposite lane of traffic...head-on into a parked car on the other side of the street. He then guns it out of there (supposedly, engaging in a hit-and-run), only to see us run out into the street and yell out his license plate number while someone else writes it down. He pauses for a second (obviously, considering the consequences), and then makes a u-turn, shakes his head at me, and then heads back to the scene of the crime...I guess he must have figured that with witnesses, he had not choice but to go back...and thank god, because the other guy's car was fucked up real good...and I'm sure he would thank us for this "citizen's arrest..."
Uhhhh...yeah, so we're down at the Jeannie tonight when we witness a hit and run. This guy coming down South Street, swerves into the opposite lane of traffic...head-on into a parked car on the other side of the street. He then guns it out of there (supposedly, engaging in a hit-and-run), only to see us run out into the street and yell out his license plate number while someone else writes it down. He pauses for a second (obviously, considering the consequences), and then makes a u-turn, shakes his head at me, and then heads back to the scene of the crime...I guess he must have figured that with witnesses, he had not choice but to go back...and thank god, because the other guy's car was fucked up real good...and I'm sure he would thank us for this "citizen's arrest..."
Tuesday, August 17, 2004
PLEASE, SOMEONE...JUST GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF THIS TOWN...BEFORE I GO CRAZY AND PUT A GUN TO MY HEAD...
Monday, August 16, 2004
A headline in the Boston Herald yesterday:
"Slavery Alive and Well in Massachusetts"
Just simply one more reason to leave...as if we needed another...
"Slavery Alive and Well in Massachusetts"
Just simply one more reason to leave...as if we needed another...
CLOWNING AROUND IN JAMAICA PLAIN
So, this weekend, Captain Tippy Yunnan (aka Ron) decided that he wanted to become a clown. Ideally, he wanted to be a clown at our moving sale. So, Friday night after work, he headed down to Jake's Joke Shop on Tremont Street. Just as he was arriving there at 5:30, the proprietor, was pulling down the gate and locking up shop. Tippy told him, "You have to let me in. It's an emergency." The man asked him what exactly the emergency was...Tippy explained that he just needed a clown costume. Apparently, the store owner did not feel that the matter was that pressing or urgent and told him that he would have to come back the next morning. He did and arrived at our sale as a clown mid-afternoon. Later that night, we went down to the bar with Poppo the Clown. Poppo was a big hit with one girl who insisted on buying him a drink because she "thought he looked so sad and wanted to make him feel better." Poppo also sang a rendition of "I've Got You, Babe" with Beth at Karaoke that night. The next day, Poppo walked up and down South Street with the megaphone announcing the "giant liquidation going on right now at 224 South Street." Surprisingly enough, we actually got some more business because of him. Unfortunately, though, Poppo was also the victim of some "anti-clown" agression. At one point, a car pulled up next to him as he was walking down the street, and the passenger threw a lit cigarette butt at him. Further proving that clowns do continue to face discrimination and violence...
So, this weekend, Captain Tippy Yunnan (aka Ron) decided that he wanted to become a clown. Ideally, he wanted to be a clown at our moving sale. So, Friday night after work, he headed down to Jake's Joke Shop on Tremont Street. Just as he was arriving there at 5:30, the proprietor, was pulling down the gate and locking up shop. Tippy told him, "You have to let me in. It's an emergency." The man asked him what exactly the emergency was...Tippy explained that he just needed a clown costume. Apparently, the store owner did not feel that the matter was that pressing or urgent and told him that he would have to come back the next morning. He did and arrived at our sale as a clown mid-afternoon. Later that night, we went down to the bar with Poppo the Clown. Poppo was a big hit with one girl who insisted on buying him a drink because she "thought he looked so sad and wanted to make him feel better." Poppo also sang a rendition of "I've Got You, Babe" with Beth at Karaoke that night. The next day, Poppo walked up and down South Street with the megaphone announcing the "giant liquidation going on right now at 224 South Street." Surprisingly enough, we actually got some more business because of him. Unfortunately, though, Poppo was also the victim of some "anti-clown" agression. At one point, a car pulled up next to him as he was walking down the street, and the passenger threw a lit cigarette butt at him. Further proving that clowns do continue to face discrimination and violence...
Thursday, August 12, 2004
NOTHING BUT AN ESKIMO GIRL...
I found out tonight from my friend that my nickname at the bar is Eskimo Girl...
Because I apparently look Asian, have Asian eyes, and look like I am from Alaska...
Apparently, these people have never seen a real Eskimo...I find it really hard to believe that a Midwestern Irish girl looks like an Eskimo...
Nevertheless, I could have some fun with this...wearing my parka down to the bar each night, while sporting the shirt I am making that says, "EAT YOUR HEART OUT...I'M AN ESKIMO"
Not only that, but the song I am writing, entiled "Eskimo Girl," which will be performed at Open Mic, is sure to be a cult classic...
YOU WERE WARNED...DON'T FUCK WITH US...
I found out tonight from my friend that my nickname at the bar is Eskimo Girl...
Because I apparently look Asian, have Asian eyes, and look like I am from Alaska...
Apparently, these people have never seen a real Eskimo...I find it really hard to believe that a Midwestern Irish girl looks like an Eskimo...
Nevertheless, I could have some fun with this...wearing my parka down to the bar each night, while sporting the shirt I am making that says, "EAT YOUR HEART OUT...I'M AN ESKIMO"
Not only that, but the song I am writing, entiled "Eskimo Girl," which will be performed at Open Mic, is sure to be a cult classic...
YOU WERE WARNED...DON'T FUCK WITH US...
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
GUITAR CENTER
My fucking god...further proof as to why I would never buy a guitar from that fucking hell hole factory...I went down with Cutter to help him pick up a guitar since I promised him that I would teach him a few chords before I ditch town...
And my god...who's working at this place??? The sales guy thought that I should be really impressed by the fact that he went to Berklee and "never had a single lesson in my life." Cutter was just like, "Yeah she graduated from Berklee." I turned to the guy and said, "Frankly, they let anybody in who's willing to pay the money."
That seemed to momentarily put him in his place...that is, of course, until we had to return the fucking guitar two hours later beacuse we got it home and discovered that it had a broken bridge. The guy said (when we came back to return it), "Yeah, it's used." So, you're telling me that you are now selling defective merchandise without telling your customers...just hoping that they are too rock dumb to know the difference....we were finally able to get it exchanged...after about an hour of waiting for the guy to figure out how to do a freakin' return...
Further proof as to why I would never buy a guitar there...thank god for all the privately owned axe shops on Sunset Blvd...I don't know what I would do if I were forced to buy my 12-string at Guitar Center (even if it is the one out in LA)...Down with the man and chain corporations!!! All hail the privately owned business...
My fucking god...further proof as to why I would never buy a guitar from that fucking hell hole factory...I went down with Cutter to help him pick up a guitar since I promised him that I would teach him a few chords before I ditch town...
And my god...who's working at this place??? The sales guy thought that I should be really impressed by the fact that he went to Berklee and "never had a single lesson in my life." Cutter was just like, "Yeah she graduated from Berklee." I turned to the guy and said, "Frankly, they let anybody in who's willing to pay the money."
That seemed to momentarily put him in his place...that is, of course, until we had to return the fucking guitar two hours later beacuse we got it home and discovered that it had a broken bridge. The guy said (when we came back to return it), "Yeah, it's used." So, you're telling me that you are now selling defective merchandise without telling your customers...just hoping that they are too rock dumb to know the difference....we were finally able to get it exchanged...after about an hour of waiting for the guy to figure out how to do a freakin' return...
Further proof as to why I would never buy a guitar there...thank god for all the privately owned axe shops on Sunset Blvd...I don't know what I would do if I were forced to buy my 12-string at Guitar Center (even if it is the one out in LA)...Down with the man and chain corporations!!! All hail the privately owned business...
21 DAYS...
And you know what? I don't care what you little bitches think. You can threaten me and you can bitch and moan about what a slut I am...or you can ride your little fucking fairy bikes all over Jamaica Plain like little bitches...but in the end, who's leaving this hell hole of a town?? Me...that's right...not you...it's me...you may be glad that I'm leaving town, but I must say that no one could be gladder than I am...And when I am famous and a star and my face is smirking back at you from the cover of a magazine, you can say, "I hate that bitch." But until that day...all I have to say to you is you better find someone else to waste all your negative energy on because in 21 days I will be gone...so FUCK OFF!!!!
And you know what? I don't care what you little bitches think. You can threaten me and you can bitch and moan about what a slut I am...or you can ride your little fucking fairy bikes all over Jamaica Plain like little bitches...but in the end, who's leaving this hell hole of a town?? Me...that's right...not you...it's me...you may be glad that I'm leaving town, but I must say that no one could be gladder than I am...And when I am famous and a star and my face is smirking back at you from the cover of a magazine, you can say, "I hate that bitch." But until that day...all I have to say to you is you better find someone else to waste all your negative energy on because in 21 days I will be gone...so FUCK OFF!!!!
Monday, August 09, 2004
BREAKING BOARDS IN JAMAICA PLAIN
Yes, it is true, Beth and I have begun martial arts training with Cutter...I was quite disappointed that I didn't actually get to break board with my fist yesterday (though I did break one with the heel of my boot)...but I think I came close, tore the shit out of my hand (you should have seen it right afterwards...the middle knuckle was about three times it's normal size)...I didn't break anything (bones, that is) and am ready for training again next weekend...if anything, it creates some drama for the passerby's in the courtyard to watch...
Yes, it is true, Beth and I have begun martial arts training with Cutter...I was quite disappointed that I didn't actually get to break board with my fist yesterday (though I did break one with the heel of my boot)...but I think I came close, tore the shit out of my hand (you should have seen it right afterwards...the middle knuckle was about three times it's normal size)...I didn't break anything (bones, that is) and am ready for training again next weekend...if anything, it creates some drama for the passerby's in the courtyard to watch...
LIFE...
How does one return to a their "regular" 40-hour day job after a weekend of hanging out here???
I don't know...I really don't know the answer to that one...that's why I no longer have a day job...
My good friend TY called me up from work today and he said, "Look, I'm having an existential crisis!" I asked, "Why?" And he said, "Because I'm here...at work...yesterday I won a pickle-eating contest and was videotaping people breaking boards in Jamaica Plain. Today, I'm working on inventory..."
Well, TY...that's nothing...wait till you return to work after next weekend...dressing as a clown for 48 straight hours while serving as a "secret shopper" at my garage sale; then down to karaoke that night (also dressed as a clown);then an eating contest at the grasshopper (also dressed as a clown)...It may be harder to return to reality after that one...
How does one return to a their "regular" 40-hour day job after a weekend of hanging out here???
I don't know...I really don't know the answer to that one...that's why I no longer have a day job...
My good friend TY called me up from work today and he said, "Look, I'm having an existential crisis!" I asked, "Why?" And he said, "Because I'm here...at work...yesterday I won a pickle-eating contest and was videotaping people breaking boards in Jamaica Plain. Today, I'm working on inventory..."
Well, TY...that's nothing...wait till you return to work after next weekend...dressing as a clown for 48 straight hours while serving as a "secret shopper" at my garage sale; then down to karaoke that night (also dressed as a clown);then an eating contest at the grasshopper (also dressed as a clown)...It may be harder to return to reality after that one...
Friday, August 06, 2004
HARTLEY'S LAW
Hartley's Law states that one must save the tall men for the tall women, and the short men for the short women...but for some unexplained reason, most contributors to the height problem in Boston are not familiar with this law...I am urging all women to familarize themselves and these men with this law, and if someone who is shorter than you begins hitting on you at a bar or in any other public domain, please remind them that Hartley's Law is imperative...Following this "law" of nature is one way that we can try and preserve the order of the universe while we are living in these difficult times (aka Bizarro World).
Hartley's Law states that one must save the tall men for the tall women, and the short men for the short women...but for some unexplained reason, most contributors to the height problem in Boston are not familiar with this law...I am urging all women to familarize themselves and these men with this law, and if someone who is shorter than you begins hitting on you at a bar or in any other public domain, please remind them that Hartley's Law is imperative...Following this "law" of nature is one way that we can try and preserve the order of the universe while we are living in these difficult times (aka Bizarro World).
BIZARRO WORLD 2...It really is...
We have now officially entered Bizarro World...in a moment of clarity tonight, I finally figured out why...it all began at midnight on August 1st...you see, in Bizarro World, nothing is as it should be...our lease in California began on August 1st, but for reasons which remain clear to only us, we have to stay here until August 31st...we should not be here (things are not as they should be for this reason)...because we are here, we have thrown off the order of the universe, and have, therefore, been propelled into Bizarro World...and things won't get better and go back to normal, until we finally leave at the end of the month...you better hang on to your seats...because it is going to be a wild ride living in this "Bizarro" World...
We have now officially entered Bizarro World...in a moment of clarity tonight, I finally figured out why...it all began at midnight on August 1st...you see, in Bizarro World, nothing is as it should be...our lease in California began on August 1st, but for reasons which remain clear to only us, we have to stay here until August 31st...we should not be here (things are not as they should be for this reason)...because we are here, we have thrown off the order of the universe, and have, therefore, been propelled into Bizarro World...and things won't get better and go back to normal, until we finally leave at the end of the month...you better hang on to your seats...because it is going to be a wild ride living in this "Bizarro" World...
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
OH YEAH, IT'S ON...(FINAL EDIT)
oh yeah, and don't forget they ask me to sing every week at the bar that you frequent...
DIDN'T MEAN A THING
I see you around
Spreading your rumors and lies
Telling your tales of triumph
To all of the guys
Cower behind the bar
You think I can't see
But from where I'm sitting
I watch you...watching me
I know, I'm leaving town in a matter of days
Before I go, you better believe, I'll set the record straight
OHHH...YOU MEANT NOTHING TO ME
OHHH...SO, DON'T TAKE YOURSELF SO SERIOUSLY
OHHH...YOU WERE JUST A STUPID FLING
PLEASE DON'T FLATTER YOURSELF BECAUSE YOU...
YOU DIDN'T MEAN A THING
I see you around
Playing it cool
Laughing and drinking
You're so damn smooth
I don't know what I did
That made you feel so ill at ease
Pretending like you
Like you never met me
I know I'm leaving in 28 days
But before I go, I've got something to say...
0HHH...YOU MEANT NOTHING TO ME
OHHH...SO, DON'T TAKE YOURSELF SO SERIOUSLY
OHHH...YOU WERE JUST A STUPID FLING
PLEASE DON'T FLATTER YOURSELF BECAUSE YOU...
YOU DIDN'T MEAN A THING
I see you around
Drinking with friends
Cower in the corner
Just out of sight
Last call...one more glance my way
Before you head home
Just be a man and talk to me
Or leave me alone
I know my days are numbered here
Before I go, there's something you should hear
OHHH...YOU MEANT NOTHING TO ME
OHHH...SO, DON'T TAKE YOURSELF SO SERIOUSLY
OHHH...YOU WERE JUST A STUPID FLING
PLEASE DON'T FLATTER YOURSELF BECAUSE YOU...
YOU DIDN'T MEAN A THING...
oh yeah, and don't forget they ask me to sing every week at the bar that you frequent...
DIDN'T MEAN A THING
I see you around
Spreading your rumors and lies
Telling your tales of triumph
To all of the guys
Cower behind the bar
You think I can't see
But from where I'm sitting
I watch you...watching me
I know, I'm leaving town in a matter of days
Before I go, you better believe, I'll set the record straight
OHHH...YOU MEANT NOTHING TO ME
OHHH...SO, DON'T TAKE YOURSELF SO SERIOUSLY
OHHH...YOU WERE JUST A STUPID FLING
PLEASE DON'T FLATTER YOURSELF BECAUSE YOU...
YOU DIDN'T MEAN A THING
I see you around
Playing it cool
Laughing and drinking
You're so damn smooth
I don't know what I did
That made you feel so ill at ease
Pretending like you
Like you never met me
I know I'm leaving in 28 days
But before I go, I've got something to say...
0HHH...YOU MEANT NOTHING TO ME
OHHH...SO, DON'T TAKE YOURSELF SO SERIOUSLY
OHHH...YOU WERE JUST A STUPID FLING
PLEASE DON'T FLATTER YOURSELF BECAUSE YOU...
YOU DIDN'T MEAN A THING
I see you around
Drinking with friends
Cower in the corner
Just out of sight
Last call...one more glance my way
Before you head home
Just be a man and talk to me
Or leave me alone
I know my days are numbered here
Before I go, there's something you should hear
OHHH...YOU MEANT NOTHING TO ME
OHHH...SO, DON'T TAKE YOURSELF SO SERIOUSLY
OHHH...YOU WERE JUST A STUPID FLING
PLEASE DON'T FLATTER YOURSELF BECAUSE YOU...
YOU DIDN'T MEAN A THING...
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
BIZARRO WORLD...
We have now officially entered the Bizarro World. Perhaps, it is just simply remnants left over from the craziness that the Blue Moon on Saturday was supposed to create...nevertheless, my once crazy world has now become crazier (if that is even possible)...I assure you, that it is...I can't tell you the full details because I am not exactly sure who all reads this blog...if you know about the Bizarro World, email me or call me privately...because have I got a story for you...all I can say, is that these last 27 days in this town could be very amusing...
We have now officially entered the Bizarro World. Perhaps, it is just simply remnants left over from the craziness that the Blue Moon on Saturday was supposed to create...nevertheless, my once crazy world has now become crazier (if that is even possible)...I assure you, that it is...I can't tell you the full details because I am not exactly sure who all reads this blog...if you know about the Bizarro World, email me or call me privately...because have I got a story for you...all I can say, is that these last 27 days in this town could be very amusing...
