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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.

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A 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.

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A 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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