Archive for April, 2003
A Dialogue Re: A Gluttonous, Sexy Picnic, Composed Entirely From Dave Matthews Band Lyrics
Do not be a snob today.
If you overlook their radio hits, the Dave Matthews Band is quite a lovely, talented group. Each member is a superlative musician and it’s not their fault that they attract both the patchouli overflow from Widespread Panic shows and Abercrombie-clad frat boys.
They do good shit.
D: I will bring water.
T: Pour a glass for me!
D: Oh, so be it.
T: I won’t spill a drop. I promise you.
D: Hungry, hungry boy.
T: My mouth is open wide. Lick and taste…..
D: Please don’t hurry.
T: I’ve got this growl in my tummy and I’m gonna stop it today.
D: Greedy little pig!!!
T: Monkey see, monkey do.
D: This, I admit, tastes so good.
T: The hunger keeps on growing.
D: Crazy how it feels tonight.
T: The air is growing thick.
D: Rain!
T: We’ll make the best of what’s around.
D: Storms she come and storms she go.
T: Come now and play.
D: Let’s strip down.
T: Ok, ok, ok.
D: You wear nothing but you wear it so well.
T: In your eyes I see what’s on my mind.
D: I will treat you sweetly.
T: Are you happy with just fucking?
D: Do as you please. I’ll back you up.
8 commentsA Dialogue Upon Arriving in the City, Composed Entirely of The Beautiful South Lyrics
(Author’s Note: Unless you’re a big fan of this obscure British band or hail from England, you’re probably not going to “get” today’s entry. But, you know, it could be fun anyway.)
D: Well, here I am at the airport, with my passport.
T: The Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay!
D: The weather isn’t sunny and the weather isn’t bad.
T: Well, this city has its charm.
D: This could be Rotterdam or anywhere. Liverpool or Rome.
T: I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss!
D: Your town is dragging me down.
T: I’ll carry on regardless.
D: Another holiday argument!
T: Here I am with my souvenirs.
D: Video, compact disc. There’s nothing we forgot.
T: I’ll cry with a limp
D: It’s due to fog, it’s due to fog
T: Tell me how do you feel?
D: Here, it’s cold.
T: It’s got class and it’s got excellence like you’ve never seen.
D: It gives cheap thrills to the seagulls.
T: This easy bird is easily impressed.
Comments are off for this postA Dialogue, Composed Entirely of Smiths and Morrissey Lyrics
J: I want to leave. You will not miss me.
M: It’s gruesome that someone so handsome should care.
J: You can punch me and you can butt me and you can break my spine but you won’t change the way I feel ’cause I love you.
M: I know – it’s serious.
J: And though I walk home alone – I might walk home alone – but my faith in love is still devout.
M: I still love you. Only slightly less than I used to, my love.
J: Everyone’s laughing since I took up with you.
M: Oh, I really don’t know and I really don’t care.
J: Take me out tonight. Take me anywhere, I don’t care.
M: There’s a club, if you’d like to go. You could meet somebody who really loves you.
J: It’s so easy to laugh. It’s so easy to hate.
M: No more, no more apologies. Oh, I’m too tired. I’m so sick and tired. And I’m feeling very sick and ill today.
J: I am now a central part of your mind’s landscape whether you care or do not.
M: It seems so unfair. I want to cry.
J: How sad are we ?
M: I dreamt about you last night.
J: Send me the pillow, the one that you dream on, and I’ll send you mine.
M: Why do you come here when you know it makes things hard for me?
J: I’ve seen this happen in other people’s lives and now it’s happening in mine.
M: I don’t owe you anything.
J: Is evil just something you are or something you do?
M: Goodbye. Goodbye.
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