Touch me, I’m going to scream if you don’t.
-My Morning Jacket.
Going to see them tomorrow night! Yippee!oh. 🙁
Got stopped by a lady cop
She got me thinking I can date a cop
Cause her uniform pants are so tight
She read me my rights
She put me in a car, she cut off all the lights
She said I had the right to remain silent
Now I got her hollering, sounding like a siren
…
I make her wear nothing but handcuffs & heels
And I beat it* like a cop
Rodney King, baby. Yeah, I beat it* like a cop.
-“Mrs. Officer” Lil Wayne.
This is actually sung as a kinda tender make-out song, or as tender as you get on a rap album, I guess, with a sing-songy sweet chorus. It really kinda cracks me up.
*”it”? or “her”? Hard to say…
“Word Up” Willis
Which is what’s playing in the background when Hodges is doing his wacky dance in the 2006 “Post Mortem” episode of CSI which I have oddly seen a ton of times in recent weeks. (Greg-centric episodes are the best, don’t you agree?)
Ah, ah ah ah, Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm*… “warm hand”…hmmm hmm… “into mine”… hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm….
Over and over and over in my head this morning. Could not remember a) more lyrics, b) song name, c) artist (so I could have just pulled the damn thing up on the Pod) for the life of me. Grrrrr.
Sea Wolf “Neutral Ground”: Ah ah ah ah, But here in the sky, lights flash before our eyes, and I feel your warm hand slipping into mine.
Good grief.
*hmmm = (humming the melody)
“Coast of Carolina” – Telekinesis
Favorite Song of the Waiting ‘Round the Apartment for the Nipper to Arrive:
“U and Me” – Trina
Raise your hand if your lipstick doesn’t make you a dumbshit
Raise your hand if the shape of your hips don’t [sic] compare to the shape of your mind
You don’t even stand a chance
I’m not taking off my pants
I’m not a barbie doll, shopping mall, silicone substitution
I’m not a perfect ten, paper thin, Hollywood illusion
-Saving Jane “One Girl Revolution”
Alright, Okay – Ryan Auffenberg
The Ground that We Stand On – Hawksley Workman
Swoon.
Both via Fuel/Friends, my fave music blog.
Get ’em while the gettin’ is good.
You always look the same now
Always out in the rain somehow
“Radio Euphoria” Joseph Arthur
I had to text myself lyrics to look up when I got home. Stupid moron.
Picture yourself in a living room
your pipe and slippers set out for you
I know you think that it ain’t too far
But I…
I hear the call of a lifetime ring
felt the need to get up for it
oh you cut out the middleman
get free from the middleman
You got no time for the messenger,
got no regard for the thing that you don’t understand,
you got no fear of the underdog,
that’s why you will not survive!
I wanna forget how convention fits
but can I get out from under it?
Can I cut it out of me?
Ah…
It can’t all be wedding cake
It can’t all be boiled away
I try but I can’t let go of it
Can’t let go of it
Uh huh
Cause you don’t talk to the water boy
and there’s so much you could learn but you don’t want to know,
You will not back up an inch ever,
that’s why you will not survive,
…
The thing that I tell you now
It may not go over well
And it may not be photo-op
the way that I spell it out
But you won’t hear from the messenger,
don’t wanna know bout something that you don’t understand,
You got no fear of the underdog,
that’s why you will not survive! (Hey!)
-“The Underdog” Spoon