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2004 1 May :: 5.05 pm
:: Mood: Achy Breaky
:: Music: The Fabulous Life of The Hilton Sisters
I'm dreading Tuesday at 3:38. It makes me nervous and my tummy gets all knotted.
I'll just be glad when it's over.
4 sung. |
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2004 21 April :: 10.36 pm
:: Mood: Forlorn
:: Music: Umbrella [The Hollies]
Bus stop, wet day, he's there asking, "Please share my umbrella."
I should be sleeping, but instead I'm missing you.
How about that?
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2004 20 April :: 6.45 pm
I'm not quite sure you know who the Bee Gees are. They sing Stayin Alive.
You know, Night Fever.
Have you heard Tragedy?
...Jive Talkin??
Who are you? Who am I?!?!?!
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2004 20 April :: 6.42 pm
:: Mood: melancholy
:: Music: Tragedy [Bee Gees]
I'm listening to the Bee Gees. What does this say for my mental state?
Not much, I'll tell you that.
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2004 20 March :: 12.46 pm
:: Mood: thirsty
:: Music: Pavement Cracks [Annie Lennox]
I'm in love. Love...
..It seemed like it was going to rain for a while.
I'm being litteral, too. Did you see the skies?
2 sung. |
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2004 6 March :: 5.35 pm
:: Mood: content
:: Music: Playground Love [Air]
Love is all my soul.
You came upon me carving some kind of little figure out of wood and you said, "Why don't you make something for me?"
I asked you what you wanted, and you said, "A box."
"What for?"
"To put things in."
"What things?"
"Whatever you have," you said.
Well, here's your box. Nearly everything I have is in it, and it is not full. Pain and excitement are in it, and feeling good or bad and evil thoughts and good thoughts- the pleasure of design and some despair and the indescribable joy of creation.
And on top of these are all the gratitude and love I have for you.
And still the box is not full.
-Written by John Steinbeck to Pascal Covici.
5 sung. |
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2004 29 February :: 9.28 pm
:: Mood: calm
:: Music: Elephant Love
I love David.
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses, well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song,
It's for people like you, that keep it turned on.
So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do
You see I've forgotten, if they're green or they're blue
Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen.
And you can tell everybody, this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done,
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world.
...My mom always liked that. Me too.
I do love Lindseys feet.
4 sung. |
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2004 22 February :: 3.26 pm
:: Mood: gloomy
If I were someone important, I would hold my head high. But since I'm not, I'll keep to sniffing the dirt.
3 sung. |
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2004 30 January :: 4.53 pm
:: Mood: pleased
:: Music: New Slang [The Shins]
Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth.
I'm looking in on the good life I might be doomed never to find.
Without a trust or flaming fields.
Am I too dumb too refine?
And if you'd have took to me...
Well, I'd have danced like the queen of the eyesores and the rest of our lives would have fared well.
2 sung. |
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2004 24 January :: 11.31 pm
:: Mood: awake
:: Music: Raindrops and Sunshowers [Smashing Pumpkin faces with great big heads and even greater brains]
...I'll save a prayer for you.
Take a load off.
Play a board game.
Cry (If the movie is sad.)
Repeat untill contentment.
4 sung. |
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2004 13 January :: 4.12 pm
:: Mood: anxious
Rain falls on everyone, the same old rain.
And I'm just trying to walk with you,
Between the raindrops.
2 sung. |
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2003 24 December :: 9.02 pm
:: Music: Mom breathing through her nose.
Do you believe in Christ?
How about Santa?
3 sung. |
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2003 23 December :: 12.08 pm
:: Mood: cheerful
It's a wonderful life.
"What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey, that's a pretty good idea. I'll give you the moon."
"I'll take it. And then what?"
"Well, then you could swallow it and it'd all dissolve, see? And the moonbeams'd shoot out of your fingers and your toes, and the
ends of your hair. Am I talking too much?"
5 sung. |
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2003 27 November :: 1.56 pm
:: Mood: Content
:: Music: Lions game
What a lovely surprise. To see the Cohens. And the Dines. On Thanksgiving. Rejoice.
4 sung. |
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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2003 11 November :: 3.13 pm
:: Music: Elephant Love
We could be heros..
...it's only Tuesday.
2 sung. |
..you can tell everybody this is your song. |
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