Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Song of the Day

This song is fantastic, and expresses how I am beginning to feel.
I'm stretched too thin over the nation, and I. just. want. to. live. one. life.

Let's get lost.
Fingers first.
It is an ordinary evening.
I am broadcasting, are you receiving?
Sick, sick sound.
All fall down.

It is a necessary evil!
Just like highway gas stations and people.

And I remember Golden Days when all this was a mystery.
When you could write a letter, or God-forbid, come visit me.
And if you find yourself without me,
can you find yourself without me?
Can you find yourself without me?

Hey! I'm fine.
You are saying nothing but your tongue is getting blacker all the time.
It is a measurable feeling.
Seven on a scale from Dead to Breathing.
I've connected speakers to my suitors at the Discotheques,
and they don't know the difference.
Are they men or are they Memorex?

Come on, and take your Listerine!
I remember Golden Days when all this was a mystery.
And you could write a letter, or God-forbid, come visit me.
Can you find yourself without me?
Come on, find yourself without me!
Take your Listerine!

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