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December 02, 2004

I'm feeling very musical today.

I've never been much of a music Nazi. I like what I like and to each his own. But if I was to DJ my day- so to speak it would have surely started off with Leonard Cohen. I got 2 tickets from Birmingham on my way to work. #1 ticket-expired tag #2 ticket-no proof of insurance.(my card was expired as well) Unfortunately there wasn't any Cohen in the car today, only Lust for Life from the Trainspotting soundtrack to mock me. When I got to work our new compressor was too loud for me to hear my favorite morning show. I missed the "un-Vulcan-believable" game. Instead I had Nora Jones stuck in my head singing about "...I've got to see you again..." This was brought on by a daydream of The Hot Guy that works in my building. It would never work between us, he's too pretty. And no Cohen. By lunch time I wasn't in such a bad mood anymore so I sang along with Tori Amos on the way to the bank. Bachelorette. I returned only to find that the radio station had been changed and I was being bludgeoned by the sound of Luka World. The half brit half Alabamian who isn't good at being either. Her accent belongs to a pirate if you ask me, "me lovelies." After listening to a 30 min conversation about nothing between Luka and some half wit suck-up "Oh Luka, my wife loves your show" I had had enough. That wench has probably never even heard of Leonard Cohen. I told the guys that I loved them truly but heads would roll if we didn't change the station. They gladly complied. We listened to some young'un- Tom Waits wanna be, which wasn't half bad. Then someone who was obviously holding out put in the new (sort of) Jeff Buckley. RIP. Wait just a minute, is that Cohen I hear? Why no, tis Jeff Buckley singing Halleluhah. Close enough! And for the ride home? "Don't throw your faith in others away, because we have ended this way..."

October 09, 2004

Limp

You wanna make me sick;
You wanna lick my wounds,
Don’t you, baby?
You want the badge of honour
when you save my hide
But you’re the one in the way
Of the day of doom, baby
If you need my shame
to reclaim your pride
And when I think of it,
my fingers turn to fists
I never did anything to you, man
But no matter what I try
You’ll beat me with your bitter lies
So call me crazy, hold me down
Make me cry; get off now, baby-
It won’t be long till you’ll be
Lying limp in your own hand
You feed the beast I have within me
You wave the red flag,
baby you make it run run run
Standing on the sidelines,
waving and grinning
You fondle my trigger,
then you blame my gun!
And when I think of it,
my fingers turn to fists
I never did anything to you, man
But no matter what I try
You’ll beat me with your bitter lies
So call me crazy, hold me down
Make me cry; get off now, baby-
It won’t be long till you’ll be
Lying limp in your own hand

Words and Music: Fiona Apple