Sub-subconscience

Short and Sweet.

So today I said I was quadriplegic--when I meant to say claustrophobic.

And I believe it to be a very Freudian slip, because I was trying to explain why I prefer using the handicap stall in the bathroom.

Short and sweet

Pink Floyd (Zen) and the art of (drunk) bicycle riding--

Music is the key to everything, oui?

Start with some sassy Prince's "Kiss" to get the pedals going and the heart pumping.

Ain't no particular sign I'm more compatible with...

Set the groove with Deep Purple's "Magic Carpet Ride"

Why don't ya come with me little girl...

Then find Elysium and cruise with Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb"

I can't explain, you would not understand; this is not how I am...

Lyrically Speaking 3: Musical Autobiography

This has been the most fun so far! I only took one tiny liberty in the lyrics I used, you will see it in red.



Please allow me to introduce myself
I am woman, hear me roar
I been bummin’ around this old town so long
I have friends in low places.

My mama said
Not so long ago
She’s a good girl, living in Reseda.

I remember, I remember
Young and sweet, only seventeen
Life in the fast lane
Lookin’ for some hot stuff baby
Wanna bring a wild man back home.

I know one thing
I don’t like Reggae—I love it.
Wanna dance my life away
Come back baby, rock and roll never forgets.

All the boys say
She’s a black magic woman
But when you’re good to mama, mama’s good to you.

Girls say
Hey sister, go sister, soul sister
Mama’s got a squeeze box, daddy never sleeps at night.

I can see clearly now
I hear you call my name and it feels like home
Oh Ricky you’re so fine, you’re so fine you blow my mind
Sugar-pie honey-bunch, you know that I love you
I’ll stand by you.

I’ve had the time of my life…

Lyrically Speaking--the enhanced version

To take Lyrically Speaking to the next level, I decided to write a blog ‘story’ using lyrics. We’ll see how it goes. For the thoroughly confused, I’ve put the lyrics in colored font--broken down to show different song sources.

If you wake up and don’t wanna smile, let me tell you a story. It seemed so wrong but now it seems so right, Stacy’s mom has got it going on.
She looked at me and said, “Won’t you take me to…Funky Town?”
I replied, “I believe in miracles! Where you from, you sexy thing? Let my love open the door!”
So I put her on the back of my bike and we went riding. Moonlight feels right.
Heeeeeey, yah! I used her, she used me, but neither one cared--we were gettin’ our share.
She’s so mean, but I don’t care…like a genie in a bottle, I have become comfortably numb.
Maybe I’ll hear her say, “Hit me baby, one more time.”