damn, I miss Mark and Cali already.

one week…

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and now….one song used for Karaoke Revolution….it really kicks your ass

Bare Naked Ladies Lyrics – One Week

It’s been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to the side and said “I’m angry”
Five days since you laughed at me saying
“Get that together come back and see me”
Three days since the living room
I realized it’s all my fault, but couldn’t tell you
Yesterday you’d forgiven me
but it’ll still be two days till I say I’m sorry

Hold it now and watch the hoodwink
As I make you stop, think
You’ll think you’re looking at Aquaman
I summon fish to the dish, although I like the Chalet Swiss
I like the sushi
’cause it’s never touched a frying pan
Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes
Big like LeAnn Rimes
Because I’m all about value
Bert Kaempfert’s got the mad hits
You try to match wits, you try to hold me but I bust through
Gonna make a break and take a fake
I’d like a stinkin achin shake
I like vanilla, it’s the finest of the flavours
Gotta see the show, cause then you’ll know
The vertigo is gonna grow
Cause it’s so dangerous,
you’ll have to sign a waiver

How can I help it if I think you’re funny when you’re mad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
I’m the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can’t understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt

It’s been one week since you looked at me
Threw your arms in the air
and said “You’re crazy”
Five days since you tackled me
I’ve still got the rug burns on both my knees
It’s been three days since the afternoon
You realized it’s not my fault
not a moment too soon
Yesterday you’d forgiven me
And now I sit back and wait til you say you’re sorry

Chickity China the Chinese chicken
You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin’
Watchin’ X-Files with no lights on
We’re dans la maison
I hope the Smoking Man’s in this one
Like Harrison Ford I’m getting frantic
Like Sting I’m tantric
Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy

Like Kurasawa I make mad films
Okay, I don’t make films
But if I did they’d have a Samurai
Gonna get a set a’ better clubs
Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs
Just so my irons aren’t always flying off the back-swing
Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon
‘Cause the cartoon has got the boom anime babes
That make me think the wrong thing

How can I help it if I think you’re funny when you’re mad
Tryin’ hard not to smile though I feel bad
I’m the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can’t understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of losing my shirt

It’s been one week since you looked at me
Dropped your arms to your sides
and said “I’m sorry”
Five days since I laughed at you and said
“You just did just what I thought you were gonna do”
Three days since the living room
We realized we’re both to blame,
but what could we do?
Yesterday you just smiled at me
Cause it’ll still be two days till we say we’re sorry

It’ll still be two days till we say we’re sorry
It’ll still be two days till we say we’re sorry
Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie

i’m banging my head inside my mind
i’m banging my head inside my mind
i’m banging my head inside my mind
i’m banging my head on a wall
inside my mind
wondering when it will be fine

can’t you hear me screaming?
behind these cool, calm eyes
can’t you see you’re boring me
one more heartache
one more taunt
one more roll of the eyes

yes, i know
you’re right, they were wrong
everything will be alright.

and i’ll keep

banging my head inside my mind
banging my head inside my mind
banging my head inside my mind
i’m banging my head on a wall
inside my mind
wondering when it will be fine

can’t you see me frustrated?
behind these kind, caring eyes
can’t you see you’re ignoring me?
running your mouth on another crisis
another heartache
another insult
and yes, i’m listening

but i had something to say
but i thought it was important
it’s ok, we’ll do it your way

go ahead….finish your thought

and i’ll keep

banging my head inside my mind
banging my head inside my mind
banging my head inside my mind
i’m banging my head on a wall
inside my mind
wondering when it will be fine

can’t you see you’re boring me?
can’t you see you’re ignoring me?
can’t you see you’re using me?
i’m your soundboarding
i’m your tech support
i’m your punching bag….

oh….
almost forgot

i’m your friend….

it doesn’t matter what i have to say
we’ll just do it your own way

and i’l keep….

banging my head outside my mind
banging my head outside my mind
banging my head outside my mind
i’m banging my head on a wall
or a desk
or a bedpost
anything hard and unyielding….

as you.

it kind of reminds me of my relationship with mark. life is going on – seasons are changing and we can’t watch sunsets together, at least right now.

it’s so difficult to be apart. but we’re also learning how to be strong on our own. we’re also learning to be there for each other, even though we can’t find that physical comfort in a hug. i miss his hugs.

life goes on. we move on. but we still have each other.

“without you”

MAUREEN
Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows. Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play. The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you. The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you. Without you, the stars roar the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves. Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash. The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you. The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you.

MAUREEN & JOANNE
The world revives, colors renew, but I know blue, only blue, lonely blue, within
me blue.

MAUREEN
Without you. Without you the hand gropes, the ear hears, the pulse beats.

BOTH
Without you, the eyes gaze, the legs walk, the lungs breathe.

JOANNE
The mind churns!

MAUREEN
The mind churns!

JOANNE
The heart yearns!

MAUREEN
The heart yearns!

BOTH
The tears dry, without you. Life goes on, but I’m gone.

MAUREEN
Cause I die, without you.

JOANNE
Without you.

BOTH
Without you

===

ver. 2

ROGER
Where were you?
MIMI
I’m sorry I’m late…

ROGER
I know, You lost your keys. No, you went for a walk; you
had to help your mother. And how’s Benny? I’m going
upstairs tonight.

MIMI
That’s Not…

I Should Tell You
I Should…

Never mind…

ROGER
Happy Spring
(Roger leaves.)

MIMI
Without You
The Ground Thaws
The Rain Falls
The Grass Grows

Without You
The Seeds Root
The Flowers Bloom
The Children Play

The Stars Gleam
The Eagles Fly
Without You

The Earth Turns
The Sun Burns
But I Die
Without You

Without You
The Breeze Warms
The Girls Smile
The Cloud Moves

Without You
The Tides Change
The Oceans Crash

The Crowd Roars
The Days Soar
The Babies Cry
Without You

The Moon Glows
The River Flows
But I Die
Without You

ROGER
The World Revives

MIMI
Colors Renew

BOTH
But I Know Blue
Only Blue
Lonely Blue
Within Me, Blue
Without You

MIMI
Without You
The Hand Gropes
The Ear Hears
The Pulse Beats

ROGER
Without You
The Eyes Gaze
The Legs Walk
The Lungs Breathe

BOTH
The Mind Churns
The Heart Yearns
The Tears Dry
Without You

Life Goes On
But I’m Gone
Cause I Die

ROGER
Without You

MIMI
Without You

ROGER
Without You

BOTH
Without You

I Wanna Be A Supermodel Lyrics
Jill Sobule

I don’t care what my teacher says
I’m gonna be a supermodel

And everyone is gonna dress like me
Wait and see
When I’m a supermodel

And my hair will shine like the sea
And everyone will wanna look just like me

Cause I’m young, and I’m hip and so beautiful
I’m gonna be a supermodel
‘Cuz I’m young, and I’m hip and so beautiful

I’m gonna be a supermodel

I wish that I was like Tori Spelling
With a car like hers, and a dad like hers
And I will show them how, how it was done
And that’d be fun; that’d be fun
And I’d write my school report
On “Why I love my jeans; why I love my jeans”
And oh! On my locker door

It’s the coolest thing that you’ve ever seen

‘Cuz I’m young, and I’m hip and so beautiful
I’m gonna be a supermodel
‘Cuz I’m young, and I’m hip and so beautiful
I’m gonna be a supermodel

I didn’t eat yesterday
And I’m not going to eat today
And I’m not going to eat tomorrow

‘Cuz I’m going to be a supermodel

‘Cuz I’m young, and I’m hip and so beautiful
I’m gonna be a supermodel
(Repeat to fade)

Lyrics for Princess Superstar Singles

Bad Babysitter (feat. High & Mighty)
(C. Kirschner, E. Meltzer, M. Berger)
Produced by DJ Mighty Mi for Eastern Conference Productions. Eonic Verbal Tunes (BMI), 1972unes (BMI), Figs.D Music, Inc. (BMI)/Budde Music c/o The Bicycle Music Company. Concetta Music (BMI).

Babysitting sucks but whatever they got junk food, kung fu, egg fu, Dig Dug, a dog too
And a hot Jew, Mr. Weintraub, I mean he’s old but not dimed out
If I’m bad I’ll turn around in the corner for Time Out
Aight Josh what you wanna do? You wanna watch cartoons?
HBO got Platoon, hey get back in the room!
I assume your folks are gonna be out late, go make me Kool Aid
I’m a sit on the couch and masturbate then call my boyfriend Gabe and see if he ate
Spit out my Bubbalicious and get to one of them big fridges that could fit 10 midgets
Damn they’re rich, hey she left me fifty dishes-bitch!
Let’s try on ya mom’s minks think she’ll miss these Chanel links?
In high heels you look like Jar Jar Binks- go play under the sink
(I want my mommy and daddy!) I want your daddy as well
But if you tell, you’ll die of sickle cell and God told me you’re goin straight to hell
Well if you don’t like it I can leave and then you’ll be alone believe me that’s what the creepy monsters want
Plus I’ll be taking your TV
Put on your jammers and don’t wet the bed I got a camera
I’ll take a picture and show that little girl you like Sarah
Oh and one more thing- there’s been several mass murderers spotted in the area
I’m a bad babysitter, got my boyfriend in your shower, Woo! I’m makin 6 bucks an hour
Let’s make Fluffernutters don’t fuckin utter another peep
I’ll take the cookie cutter make star cookies outta ya skin while you sleep
Keep still, I gotta check the bathroom cabinet hey what are these pills?
I’ll take the Valium Josh you take a bag and the Tagament
Stop throwin up I’m not paid enough you clean up the rug
Is that Fluff? I told you 6 boxes of unmade Jell-O was too much All right kid you gotta go to bed, I know its only 6 but my boy just came over and he wants me to give him head
Sit his bare ass on the couch where you watch Small Wonder
Next time you see Vicky the spot’ll be sticky cuz I sucked his dicky and used your mom’s cucumber
Don’t worry I’ll put it back in the Frigidaire
Scared? You can have it for supper nice and crisp in the Tupperware
No bedtime story, Gabe get off you’re so horny!
Josh get in bed and Freddie Krueger might let you see your mom in the mornin
No porn and shut the shade Gabe-
One day you’ll know how nice it is to get laid while you gettin paid

We sailed on together
We drifted apart
And here you are by my side

(Chorus)
So now I come to you
With open arms
Nothing to hide
Believe what I say
So here I am
With open arms
Hoping you’ll see
What your love means to me
Open arms

Living without you
Living alone
This empty house seems so cold
Wanting to hold you
Wanting you near
How much I wanted you home

And now that you’ve come back
Turned night into day
I need you to stay

(Chorus)

please let me know what ya think….I uploaded pix from the day we found out Jennifer’s moving in with us – to our little house in the Richmond Hills….

gene is so dreamy! i love this song

Pure Imagination

Willy Wonka:
[Spoken]
Hold your breath
Make a wish
Count to three

[Sung]
Come with me
And you’ll be
In a world of
Pure imagination
Take a look
And you’ll see
Into your imagination

We’ll begin
With a spin
Traveling in
The world of my creation
What we’ll see
Will defy
Explanation

If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Wanta change the world?
There’s nothing
To it

There is no
Life I know
To compare with
Pure imagination
Living there
You’ll be free
If you truly wish to be

If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Wanta change the world?
There’s nothing
To it

There is no
Life I know
To compare with
Pure imagination
Living there
You’ll be free
If you truly
Wish to be

the other day, i had some tech dudes from wurster ask me about the wireless access points. i didn’t feel comfortable giving them the tour of the place, so i told them to email helpdesk and that the chief sys admin dude would help them out.

then one asked , “I don’t mean to be rude, but is it that you don’t know where they are or that you can’t tell us?”

i wanted to smack him down for that one. argh…could be translated to one of two things:
1. you look like a student – you wouldn’t know anything
2. you’re a chick – you DON’T know anything.

asshole. and that’s what i was thinking, given the shitty day i was having.

of course i told him sweetly, “i do know where they are, i’m not at liberty to tell.”

and i was thinking:

you fucking dick – why would i tell you anyways? you’re so old, you probably wouldn’t know what to do once you saw the damn access point. besides, i actually work for living – i haul around cpu’s and monitors and you do what? take little tech tours of other colleges – hoping to be like us. you’re such a biter.
fuck off…..

yeah….lot’s of rage here.

it’s timeless….and when Nat King Cole sings it – it echoes everything that is beautiful and yet sad, at least for me

Smile
(Charles Chaplin, John Turner, Geoffrey Parsons)

Smile, tho’ your heart is aching,
Smile, even tho’ it’s breaking
When there are clouds in the sky,
You’ll get by
If you smile
Through your fear and sorrow
Smile ~ and maybe tomorrow
You’ll see the sun come shining through
For you.

Light up your face with gladness,
Hide every trace of sadness.
Although a tear
May be ever so near
That’s the time you must keep on trying,
Smile ~ what’s the use of crying?
You’ll find that life is still worthwhile
If you’ll just smile.

~interlude~

That’s the time you must keep on trying
Smile ~ what’s the use of crying?
You’ll find that life is still worthwhile
If you’ll just smile.

i have so meetings i have to sit through and the pain is so raw, inside. it seems like, as i’m sitting down at the meeting table, a professional poker face plastered on – i have this wall i keep ramming my head into. simply to feel anything other than shame and heartache.

i don’t know who i’m with….i guess, i’m wishing for someone to take me home

“I’m With You”

by AVRIL LAVIGNE

I’m standing on a bridge
I’m waiting in the dark
I thought that you’d be here by now
There’s nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I’m listening but there’s no sound

Isn’t anyone tryin to find me?
Won’t somebody come take me home
It’s a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Wont you take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don’t know who you are
But I… I’m with you
I’m with you

I’m looking for a place
Searching for a face
Is anybody here I know
‘Cause nothing’s going right
And everythigns a mess
And no one likes to be alone

Isn’t anyone trying to find me?
Won’t somebody come take me home
It’s a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Wont you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don’t know who you are
But I… I’m with you
I’m with you

Oh why is everything so confusing
Maybe I’m just out of my mind
Yea yea yea

It’s a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won’t you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don’t know who you are
But I… I’m with you
I’m with you

Take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don’t know who you are
But I… I’m with you
I’m with you

Take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don’t know who you are
But I… I’m with you
I’m with you
I’m with you…