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I raise my eyebrows and grip the dashboard
You take the bends like you built the road
Today while I was engaged in endless boring filing I decided it would be basically the coolest thing ever to make a mix cd of songs that reference Oscar Wilde. So far as I understand it mix cds are mostly meant to be used as a tool in the dating game, and I’m not sure how well this theme will function to that end, (snarky one-liners and decaying youth probably aren’t real romance-friendly) BUT I imagine it could potentially be quite useful for seduction purposes- after listening to a dozen songs all wrapped up in more or less blatant discussion of debauchery and all things generally bacchanalian, who wouldn’t want to have sex? In fact, I should think this will be the triumph that finally convinces my cat to sleep with me, after all this time.
Anyways so far all I can think of are:
1) Cemetry Gates, The Smiths
(Keats and Yeats are on your side/ While Wilde is on mine)
2) Slow Graffiti, Belle and Sebastian
(There’s a portrait/ In a back room…. So how about it/ Show me please how I will look in twenty years)
and of course
3) H.W.C. (Hot White Cum), Liz Phair
(face it/ one of these days/ without you I’m just another Dorian Gray)
For about 5 minutes I thought it would be “cheating” to use Google to assist me- then I broke down and searched but found almost nothing. So now I shall ask for your assistance, dear readers, particularly the lyrically-minded among you. Please help. :)
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I have more to say but only 5 minutes left until work ends, so I’ll just note that on Sunday I purchased a beauteous pair of Red Rubber Rainboots. I don’t know if you remember reading Ramona Quimby in the days of your youth (you should), but I now feel just exactly like her, and I keep wanting to wear them to work, and thengrudgingly reasoning myself out of it, on the grounds that very few of the fabrics that make up my office attire go very well with Galoshes. But next time it Really Rains I’m totally going puddle stomping, I swear.
You take the bends like you built the road
Today while I was engaged in endless boring filing I decided it would be basically the coolest thing ever to make a mix cd of songs that reference Oscar Wilde. So far as I understand it mix cds are mostly meant to be used as a tool in the dating game, and I’m not sure how well this theme will function to that end, (snarky one-liners and decaying youth probably aren’t real romance-friendly) BUT I imagine it could potentially be quite useful for seduction purposes- after listening to a dozen songs all wrapped up in more or less blatant discussion of debauchery and all things generally bacchanalian, who wouldn’t want to have sex? In fact, I should think this will be the triumph that finally convinces my cat to sleep with me, after all this time.
Anyways so far all I can think of are:
1) Cemetry Gates, The Smiths
(Keats and Yeats are on your side/ While Wilde is on mine)
2) Slow Graffiti, Belle and Sebastian
(There’s a portrait/ In a back room…. So how about it/ Show me please how I will look in twenty years)
and of course
3) H.W.C. (Hot White Cum), Liz Phair
(face it/ one of these days/ without you I’m just another Dorian Gray)
For about 5 minutes I thought it would be “cheating” to use Google to assist me- then I broke down and searched but found almost nothing. So now I shall ask for your assistance, dear readers, particularly the lyrically-minded among you. Please help. :)
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I have more to say but only 5 minutes left until work ends, so I’ll just note that on Sunday I purchased a beauteous pair of Red Rubber Rainboots. I don’t know if you remember reading Ramona Quimby in the days of your youth (you should), but I now feel just exactly like her, and I keep wanting to wear them to work, and thengrudgingly reasoning myself out of it, on the grounds that very few of the fabrics that make up my office attire go very well with Galoshes. But next time it Really Rains I’m totally going puddle stomping, I swear.