Two feet under meThere were some songs delivered with a bit more gusto than I usually muster during practice
Two feet belong to me
I can walk away
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The only song that truly sucked tonight was our cover of Miss You, by Everything But the Girl. There wasn't anything in the lyrics to get my head around, plus the rhythm wasn't quite right. (I've worked out a way on that song to use my little shaker and my studio shaker at the same time, but alter the elbow motion to get tse-tse-tse during the verses and shuck-schuck-shuck for the choruses. I'm not a girl with a tambourine random shakiness approach to percussion toys.) We started out doing mostly covers, but then veered into a string of originals.
Laugh in all their faces
Dodge outrageous slings
Tell Destiny we're gonna break our date
And cut the puppet strings
[[Stopped to look at the next investigator and see what I think needs to be done. You got three sentences, $investigator. Let's make 'em good. Oh, and by the way, learn the vernacular of your funding agency. R01, not RO1.]]
Our drummer gives Little K short lessons before practice. She has a Barbie kit, present from the godparents, with an abysmal kick pedal. Plus, the pink plastic throne is not adjustable. We must upgrade.
She's the thief in the night, she's the swallow in flight
He is volado, as they say
She's the grand mystery, she is Binah and Ge
And he wants to make her want to stay.
She says, "Tell me the story..."
It's grim to read the words "birth cohort study" in a description of research for HIV/AIDS.
There's times when your words have no meaningI think I'm starting to lose my mind on this project. It's a bit scary. I can compartmentalize pretty well, in general, but the walls between my internal worlds are getting thin. One sure thing in all those years: I never got enough sleep, it made me twisted... That was back in the roadie years, and I now realize how intensely strange they were. Back then it was normal. It was life. It made perfect sense to loudly sing, while unloading the trucks back into the warehouse: When cows get up in the morning, they always say, "Moo moo." / When cows get up in the morning, they always say, "Moo moo." / "Moo mooo moo mooo," that is what they say. / "Moo mooo moo mooo," that is what they say. We went through the whole damn barnyard while unstacking speakers and stacking them again, lining up the mic stands, re-hanging the lighting truss from the ceiling. When humans get up in the morning, they always say, "Oh, shit."
Times when you make them work twice
Times when you coat them with sweetness and treacle
When really they're not very nice.
So I blow my smoke out slowly, let it hang there in the air[[wrote section on $investigator]]
'cause my breath
is the only breeze
You get up for a cold one, and your hand falls in my hair.
You say, "Beer?"
I say, "Baby, please."
I wonder if someone is putting beta blockers in my coffee, or Zoloft. I am too calm about this project. Today I gave sage advice to the PI, who patted my head and pointed out that he had carried out [three $lesser_projects]. It's your foot, dude. I'm just trying to help you aim the gun the other way.
All the signs are Danger DangerWe watched Howl's Moving Castle tonight with the kids. Wow. Just, wow. 00:11
And she's acting kind of wild
You are looking at a stranger
When you thought you knew the child
Her lips say, "Sorry, sorry"
Over teeth that have been bared
You wonder, should you worry?
Oh you should be running scared
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