New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Friday, August 06, 2004

Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh my goodness!!!

Someone mentioned Ivy to me today, right? So I just was poking around their site see what's doing and there's the following comment...

Though this detail has no doubt been up at the Trash Can Sinatras' Web site for some time, here's a fantastic look behind the scenes as the band remixed its album with Andy Chase last November, complete with pictures. Yowzah!

One of my favorite songs used to be (and I still love it)..."Obscurity Knocks" particularly the lyrics in purple below.

Apparently they still exist and even worse??? In 2003 hey played a few small shows at Fez...a place that Fountains of Wayne has been known to frequent...

Ohhhh, they are playing the Bowery Ballroom september 18...hmmm, the Bowery's my favorite place to see Fountains of Wayne as well.

AND Living Colour's playing there tomorrow and Saturday. It's like Junior High all over again!

"Obscurity Knocks"
Always at the foot of the photograph - that's me there
Snug as a thug in a mugshot pose
Owner of this corner and not much more
Still these days I'm better placed to get my just rewards
I'll pound out a tune and very soon
I'll have too much to say and a dead stupid name

CHORUS
Though I ought to be learning I feel like a veteran
Of "Oh I like your poetry but I hate your poems"
Calendars crumble I'm knee deep in numbers
Turned 21, I've twist, I'm bust and wrong again

Rubbing shoulders with the sheets till two
Looking at my watch and I'm half-past caring
In the lap of luxury it comes to mind
Is this headboard hard? Am I a lap behind?
But to face doom in a sock-stenched room all by myself
Is the kind of fate I never contemplate
Lots of people would cry though none spring to mind
Know what it's like
To sigh at the sight of the first quarter of life?
Every stopped to think and found out nothing was there?
They laugh to see such fun
Playing Blind Man's Bluff all by myself
And they're chanting a line from a nursery rhyme
"Ba Ba Bleary Eyes - Have you any idea?"
The calendar's cluttered with days that are numbered



posted by JustKeepMum on 12:10 PM