Jamie Oliver is a really good cook
Maurice Sendak can write a really good book
My grandfather once called me a shnook
I pray I'm the bishop...perhaps I'm only a rook.
Underated ELVIS is still the ONLY KING!
I've never used the phrase "blin-bling"
Angelic can only describe Fran and "Sing"
road movies should only be for Hope and Bing
yay or nay....animals in zoos
years later...the angels still want to wear my red shoes
Yes - silliness...but my posts have been heavy into life philosophy of late and Fall must be here 'cause everywhere I look on journals and boards I see attacks on members and SGs and bitterness and sadness and heartbreak...so IF I HAD ONE WISH RIGHT NOW FROM A GENIE I WOULD SPEND IT BY GIVING EACH SG AND SITE MEMBER ONE HOUR OF PURE HAPPINESS....
...what sucks is I had my trips planned out for NY curry next week and Boston curry in about 3 weeks to meet some members and girls and now I will be in London and Romania respectively...which sounds glamorous but I'd rather be here....
well the above is amatuerish whic proves I do not write any lyrics for my band (Opie's Dead Mother - plug, plug)...below is how it is meant to be done by a grandmaster....
"I want a girl to make a mess
To do no wrong she must confess
And then perhaps hitch up her dress
'Cos when the flashbulbs explode
She's such a sensitive soul...
I want a girl who is helpless and frail
Who won't pull my ponytail
I want a girl who has no past
She's made up now
But that won't last
'Cos when she sits on my knee
And then she whispers to me,
'Can't you see..I could be..your spooky girlfriend.'
The broken toys are all scattered in the attic..
Newspapers play with the words of the fanatic
While the greeting cards are your most poetic lyric
And the flat champagne is sweet sugar syrup
I want to paint you with glitter and dirt
Picture you with innocene and hurt
The shutter closes
Exposes the shot
She says, 'are you looking up my skirt?'
When you say, 'no'
She says, 'why not?'
I want a girl to turn my screw
To wind my watch, to buckle my shoe
and if she won't her mother will do
But when she does what she's told
We'll all turn platinum and gold
'Cos when she sits on my knee
And 'then she whispers to me,
'Can't you see..I could be..your spooky girlfriend.'
Elvis Costello, Spooky Girlfriend. 2002
SMILE....PLEASE!!!!!!!!!
Maurice Sendak can write a really good book
My grandfather once called me a shnook
I pray I'm the bishop...perhaps I'm only a rook.
Underated ELVIS is still the ONLY KING!
I've never used the phrase "blin-bling"
Angelic can only describe Fran and "Sing"
road movies should only be for Hope and Bing
yay or nay....animals in zoos
years later...the angels still want to wear my red shoes
Yes - silliness...but my posts have been heavy into life philosophy of late and Fall must be here 'cause everywhere I look on journals and boards I see attacks on members and SGs and bitterness and sadness and heartbreak...so IF I HAD ONE WISH RIGHT NOW FROM A GENIE I WOULD SPEND IT BY GIVING EACH SG AND SITE MEMBER ONE HOUR OF PURE HAPPINESS....
...what sucks is I had my trips planned out for NY curry next week and Boston curry in about 3 weeks to meet some members and girls and now I will be in London and Romania respectively...which sounds glamorous but I'd rather be here....
well the above is amatuerish whic proves I do not write any lyrics for my band (Opie's Dead Mother - plug, plug)...below is how it is meant to be done by a grandmaster....
"I want a girl to make a mess
To do no wrong she must confess
And then perhaps hitch up her dress
'Cos when the flashbulbs explode
She's such a sensitive soul...
I want a girl who is helpless and frail
Who won't pull my ponytail
I want a girl who has no past
She's made up now
But that won't last
'Cos when she sits on my knee
And then she whispers to me,
'Can't you see..I could be..your spooky girlfriend.'
The broken toys are all scattered in the attic..
Newspapers play with the words of the fanatic
While the greeting cards are your most poetic lyric
And the flat champagne is sweet sugar syrup
I want to paint you with glitter and dirt
Picture you with innocene and hurt
The shutter closes
Exposes the shot
She says, 'are you looking up my skirt?'
When you say, 'no'
She says, 'why not?'
I want a girl to turn my screw
To wind my watch, to buckle my shoe
and if she won't her mother will do
But when she does what she's told
We'll all turn platinum and gold
'Cos when she sits on my knee
And 'then she whispers to me,
'Can't you see..I could be..your spooky girlfriend.'
Elvis Costello, Spooky Girlfriend. 2002
SMILE....PLEASE!!!!!!!!!
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very amusing poem.
I love the costello song. Where does your band play? Maybe I will get the three SG girls in fucking Atlanta to come and secretly watch you play and then throw rose at you and run on stage and kiss your feet.:* Are you going away soon? If so have a lovely lovely time abroad, if your are lucky you can get abroad - a - broad - abroad. SOrry that was cheesy. Where do you hang/live at? I am inbetween L5P and East Atlanta, but I work in Northlake.