August 14, 2005

Sing for your supper

These are the first lines of the first 20 I-Tunes shuffled songs. The idea is to see if you can name either title or artist for any of them. It's not meaningful. It's not a snapshot of the musical soundtrack to my day-to-day. There are no prizes for getting all 20. It's just one of those clingy-pass-me-on surveys that I have refused to get caught up in. Until today. My defenses were down, I was feeling a little weakÖand so I caved in. What are you going to do about it, Turkey?

1. My baby donít mess around because she loves me so and this I know for sure
2. I see you floating by me, I see a beautiful face, itís pointed straight up to the smog
3. Iíd love to pick you up, Ďcause youíre still a baby to me
4. Big wheels keep on turning , Carry me home to see my kin
5. Take me back into the arms I love, lead me like you did before
6. Hey, will you stay awhile, my smile will not mislead you
7. Traffic in the city turned my fate around
8. My luck was so bad I thought I used up all the luck I had
9. I wake to find no peace of mind, I said how do you live as a fugitive
10. You are my fire, the one desire
11. In the lush Virginia hills they kept her as long as they could
12. Leave me alone, Iím in control, Iím in control
13. Who do you think you are, barging in on me and my guitar?
14. I know so many places in the world, I follow the sun in my silver plane
15. Thereís a big old hole, that's gone right through the sole of this old shoe
16. I want you to know, that Iím happy for you, I wish nothing but, the best, for you both
17. When superstars and cannonballs are running through your head
18. Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth that touched the lead
19. Walking like a man, hitting like a hammer, she's a juvenile scam
20. I want to know, all there is to know about youÖI want you to know, nothing about me

Maybe after a thorough examination of my music selection, you'll decide that I'm as average as this pudding:

Well at least I never claimed to be a mysterious "lone wolf". Cruelly pushing away those who get too close and causing pain to those who care the most. Leave them before they leave me. Obviously Iíve suffered in the past. This mysterious past that I will reminisce about sometimes with a torn look into the distance (ideally towards the moon), but never reveal the complete story, no matter how accommodating youíve been. Doomed to roam, never to take root. Always alone, while ďDesperadoĒ plays in some distant background. Dark cowboy, cynical fucker, unreliable asshole.

Itís been done. Iíll stick to pudding.

Posted by Tatlis at August 14, 2005 09:43 PM
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