Sunday, January 11, 2015

B365V2.2 - Karaoke Friday - Good things about work

     So I am sitting at my desk today at work, okay I wasn't really sitting, I was in the process of cleaning off my desk which is a task all unto itself.  Piles of useless papers that needed to be gotten rid of, like old schedules, numbers I scratched down that at one point probably meant something but now are just scribbles from a bygone era, a diaspora of paper clips, rubber bands and post it notes.  One of the main reasons I was doing this cleaning, besides the fact my desk needed it, is that I found a pair of computer speakers in my apartment the other day and thought it might be cool to have them on my desk at work, that way when I am listening to my Pandora station and I have the office all to myself, I can jam, or jam as much as two little desktop speakers plugged into my audio port will allow.

     As I am readjusting everything on my desk and firing off Pandora through the new to my desk speakers, another one of those songs came on that, had it not been for the Music Genome Project, I never would have selected, even though I had heard it before and liked it.  I never knew who the artist was, or the name of the song.  Now I do, much to your chagrin, and to the chagrin of bar patrons the next time I get my hands on the jukebox. 



Say, say my playmate
Won't you lay hands on me?
Mirror, my malady
Transfer my tragedy
Got a curse, I cannot lift
Shines when the sunset shifts
When the moon is round and full
Gotta bust that box, gotta gut that fish
We could jet in a stolen car
But I bet we wouldn't get too far
Before the transformation takes
And blood lust tanks and crave gets slaked
My mind has changed
My body's frame but God I like it
My hearts aflame
My body's strained but God I like it
My mind has changed
My body's frame but God I like it
My hearts aflame
My body's strained but God I like it
Charge me your day rate
I'll turn you out in kind
When the moon is round and full
Gonna teach you tricks that'll blow your mongrel mind
Baby doll, I recognize
You're a hideous thing inside
If ever there were a lucky kind it's
You, you, you, you
I know it's strange another way
To get to know you
You'll never know unless we go
So let me show you
I know it's strange another way
To get to know you
We've got till noon here comes the moon
So let it show you, show you now
Dream me, oh, dreamer
Down to the floor
Open my hands and let them
Weave onto yours
Feel me, completer
Down to my core
Open my heart and let it
Bleed onto yours
Feeding on fever
Down on all fours
Show you what all
That howl is for
Hey, hey, my playmate
Let me lay waste to thee
Burned down their hanging trees
It's hot here, hot here, hot here, hot here
Got a curse we cannot lift
Shines when the sunshine shifts
There's a curse comes with a kiss
The bite that binds the gift that gives
Now that we got gone for good
Writhing under your riding hood
Tell your gra'ma and your mama too
It's true, true, true, true

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