Whoa! Didja get the numbers off that truck?!?
November 18, 2003 - 6:11 a.m.
My Aim Is True
Did you ever wake up in the morning with a song playing in your head? No earthly reason for it, it's just playing, repeatedly and you're fascinated by it?
Such was the case this morning and thankfully it wasn't You're The One That I Want, that depressingly catchy song from Grease that K1 was playing repeatedly last night.
Elvis C0stello is a brilliant poet, one reviewer called him the best thing since Bob Dylan. I hasten to agree. He's in my Personal Top Five.
Yes, I was cruel once too. I was bitter and sardonic. It was so easy to cast aspersions on people and things because I had it all figured out. I left bitter people in my wake, angered by what I did and said.
When I Was Cruel.
I exit through the spotlight glareI stepped out into thin air
Into a perfume so rarefied
"Here comes the bride"
Not quite aside, they snide, "She's number four"
"There's number three just by the door"
Those in the know, don't even flatter her,
they go one better
"She was selling speedboats in a tradeshow when he met her"
Look at her now
She's starting to yawn
She looks like she was born to it
But it was so much easier
When I was cruel
She reaches out her arms to me
Imploring: "Another melody?"
So she can dance her husband out on the floor
The captains of industry just lie there where they fall
In eau-de-nil and pale carnation creation
A satin sash and velvet elevation
She straightens the tipsy head-dress of her spouse
While hers recalls a honey house
There'll be no sorrows left to drown
Early in the morning in your evening gown
But it was so much easier
When I was cruel
The entrance hall was arranged with hostesses and ushers
Who turned out to be the younger wives nursing schoolgirl crushes
Parting the waves of those few feint friends
Fingers once offered are now too heavy to extend
The ghostly first wife glides up on stage whispering to raucous talkers
Spilling family secrets out to flunkeys and castrato walkers
See that girl,
Watch that scene
Digging the "Dancing Queen"
Two newspaper editors like playground sneaks
Running a book on which of them is going to last the week
One of them calls to me
And he says, "I know you"
"You gave me this tattoo back in '82"
"You were a spoilt child then with a record to plug"
"And I was a shaven headed seaside thug"
"Things haven't really changed that much"
"One of us is still getting paid too much"
There are some things I can't report
The memory of his last retort
But it was so much easier
When I was cruel
Look at me now
She's starting to yawn
She looks like she was born to it
Ah, but it was so much easier
When I was cruel
Lyrics by Elvis C0stello, of course.
Current Terr Alert Level
OMG, She's agonna blow!
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