I wanna rock 'n roll all night
and party when my schedule permits...

instead I'm in here typing away and being good.

Paul Stanley would not approve.

I am so glad this is a long weekend. I've so much shit to do at home, that at this point, I'm uncertain three days is enough for me to do everything.

It's a little joke I have: I sing "whitey/nerd" versions of various songs in the most choral/classical vocal style possible. Painfully pronouncing every sylable and altering the lyrics if necessary.

Another hit in this collection includes:

"I would like to thank you for let-ting me be my-self a-gain"


edit: I know, I'm a total goofball.

"Dragula" is a great song for that treatment actually; just make sure you work the falsetto.

Moving by yourself with no help and no car or truck is a pain in the ass.

So what are you doing? Carrying the couch on your back?

Cute, and do you enunciate every word? heh

I have a silly habit of singing songs with a bad cockney accent (ala Eliza Doolitle).

i'm in desperate need of a nap. and who the hell schedules a meeting at 5:30pm on thursday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nope - carrying it to my right or left side. I'm only moving a block.

i'm still at work and i want to die.

i like cold beverages

McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands
You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands

When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got syph down in Cologne
And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone
Frank Ryan bought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid
And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was cursing all the Yids
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair

And in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout
But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out
They took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains
So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair

You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl
There was lousy drunken bastards singing "Billy In The Bowl"
They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church

Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box
Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But you'll stick your head back out and shout "We'll have another round"
At the graveside of Cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray
And God is in His heaven, and Billy's down by the bay

don't worry baby is a perfect song.

oh what she does to me
when she makes love to me.

yo la tengo's next album is entitled: I'm Not Afraid of You and I Will Beat Your Ass.

just had to post that somewhere...this thread seemed like a good place.

edit: listen to the new single here.

Yup.

Kind of like the choir in "You Can't Always Get What You Want".

That's wicked. I love them.

Hum, maybe I'll put on "I Can Hear the Heart..." now.