Ah, nostalgia.
So I got a new hard drive and it's gigantamous and beautiful, and so I moved all the music from my old itty drive to my new beautiful tiger of a drive, and in doing so I hit lot of good music I haven't listened to in a long time, and I'll be posting the lyrics for the ones that strike me as ubercool that I think correspond to different IFC chars at different times. This is one of those hazards you endure by having me as one of your LJ friends, so feel free to scroll and be assured I don't say anything else interesting. :-D
Doughnut Song
Had me a trick and a kick and your message
Well, you'll never gain weight from a doughnut hole
Then thought that I could decipher your message
There's no one here dear, no one at all
And if I'm wasting all your time this time,
Maybe you never learned to take,
And if I'm hanging on to your shade,
I guess I'm way beyond the pale
And southern men can grow gold, can grow pretty
Blood can be pretty like a delicate man
Copper to steel to a hinge that has faltered
That lets you in, lets you in, lets you in
And if I'm wasting all your time this time,
Maybe you never learned to take,
And if I'm hanging on to your shade,
I guess I'm way beyond the pale
Something's just keeping you numb
You told me last night you were a sun now
With your very own devoted satellite
Happy for you, and I am sure that I hate you
Two suns too many, too many able fires
You've been wasting all my time this time
I said you never learned to take
And if I'm hanging on to your shade
I guess I'm way beyond the pale
Had me a trick and a kick and your message
Well, you'll never gain weight from a doughnut hole
***Lyrics by Tori Amos
Doughnut Song
Had me a trick and a kick and your message
Well, you'll never gain weight from a doughnut hole
Then thought that I could decipher your message
There's no one here dear, no one at all
And if I'm wasting all your time this time,
Maybe you never learned to take,
And if I'm hanging on to your shade,
I guess I'm way beyond the pale
And southern men can grow gold, can grow pretty
Blood can be pretty like a delicate man
Copper to steel to a hinge that has faltered
That lets you in, lets you in, lets you in
And if I'm wasting all your time this time,
Maybe you never learned to take,
And if I'm hanging on to your shade,
I guess I'm way beyond the pale
Something's just keeping you numb
You told me last night you were a sun now
With your very own devoted satellite
Happy for you, and I am sure that I hate you
Two suns too many, too many able fires
You've been wasting all my time this time
I said you never learned to take
And if I'm hanging on to your shade
I guess I'm way beyond the pale
Had me a trick and a kick and your message
Well, you'll never gain weight from a doughnut hole
***Lyrics by Tori Amos