Showing posts with label the weight of history. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the weight of history. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Come on Eileen

Even with the lyrics right in front of me, I had trouble deciphering the song. I mean, come on!

So do what I did: listen to the song and read along!

(PS: Don't watch the video, unless you're really into appalling lip-sync)

Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio, he moved a million hearts in mono.
Our mothers cried and sang along and who'd blame them.
Now you're grown, so grown, now I must say more than ever.
Go Toora Loora Toora Loo-Rye-Aye
and we can sing just like our fathers.

Come on Eileen,
I swear (well he means) At this moment you mean everything,
With you in that dress my thoughts I confess verge on dirty
Ah come on Eileen.

These people round here wear beaten down eyes
Sunk in smoke dried faces they're so resigned to what their fate is,
But not us, no not us we are far too young and clever.
Remember Toora Loora Toora Loo-Rye-Aye
Eileen I'll hum this tune forever.

Come on Eileen, I swear, well he means
Ah come on let's take off everything,
That pretty red dress Eileen (Tell him yes)
Ah come on let's, ah come on Eileen, please.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Gay: Thundercats

Things discovered tonight:

1) The lyrics to "Come On Eileen" by (Dexy's Midnight Runners?) are completely incomprehensible. The chorus is nonsense.

2) Andrew B_____ spends his time with people who know what they're doing in the kitchen.

3) Sara Lee deep dish apple pies actually ARE amazing.

4) It's a three-way tie between "Inspector Gadget", "Muppet Babies", "Duck Tales" and "Chip N' Dale: Rescue Rangers" for best children's cartoon of the late-80s-early-90s era.

5) "Sailor Moon" (somewhat later in the cartoon-watching career) is the most sexually provocative.

6) When the "Thundercats" theme came on youtube.com, someone behind me said, "It's pretty gay." I ended up saying, "It was for those kids who ended up being furries."

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

The gall...

"a promising young woman".


Well, fuck that.

I am a person in this particular space and time in a way that is much more crucial than my potential. I could die because of a freak plane crash right now having been nothing more than I am.
And, damn it, that's fine!

Being called a "promising young woman" is like hearing, "Hey, there, precocious nymph. I have a use for you."