I’m wearing my indie rock today because all you cheap monkeys wouldn’t spare me a dollar (except a few of you-you know who you are. And I love you. The rest of you are heartless bastards). Earlier, I listened to At the Drive-In (because they’re angry). After that, I listened to Shellac (because, well, he sings about killing people who [excuse my language] fuck his wife-not that any of you fucked my wife, but I’d let you for a dollar). After Shellac, I turned on Jets to Brazil. They’re not so angry, they’re more sad about stuff about things about everything. Poor guys—always whining. But I’m in that stage of feeling sorry for myself because you monkeys wouldn’t spare me a dollar or a retainer nor did you fuck my wife for a dollar. Anger came and went. Now, I just feel sad. Hence, Jets To Brazil.
So you can have my wife (if I had one, but I don’t because I’m a wife) and my music for free. And I will be buckless, buck-toothed and mean.
But none of the above is my point here. Now, begins my point: There are two lyrics on “Orange Rhyming Dictionary” that I have often wondered about. One, is this:
And it’s so nice sleeping here all alone-
with my ashtray-white, courtesy telephone.
Does he mean he got a white phone for free? Or is he in a hotel room and the white phone is free to call out from. (And here’s some white, courtesy music for all you cheap bastards).
Next up: same album, different song.
In my three feet from bed to wall sleeps(’s?) a genius.
Now, on this one I realize could open the liner notes and find out of there’s an apostrophe, but screw that. iPod lost them long ago. Does he mean “He’s a genius and he sleeps”? or “Sleep IS a genius”. Because I love sleep. And I sort of wish I were doing just that right now so I could dream about taking the dollars from online monkeys. (And I have typed for miles—and you’d think because of that a sista’d get a buck? But noooooo).
Oh yeah, one more thing. Red House Painters. Now, do they paint red houses? Or paint houses red? Which reminds me, speaking of red houses, mihow.com is officially on strike. And you’re all Communists.
That’s $1.38 Canadian people.
I hope ya’all know I’m totally and completely one hundred percent so not only just kidding.
PS. I love this post.
PPS. I’ll give you a dollar and a beer if you don’t go on strike.
PPPS. hi.
if you click on all of your music links one after another (like i did b/c i have no patience anymore) each opens ina separate window and plays one on top of the others. that’ll put you right over the indie rock edge!
LET IT OUT, SISTA!
Gina, you totally kill me. You’re so damn cute and foxy and funny and cute and you’re not a communist.
I think they’re red and paint houses.
On that note – I wake up to them every day – and it’s the cd you left here.
Oh great, throw in another angle about the red house painters. Don’t you know by now how bad I am with new angles? It’s not acute situation. (Megan is sleeping. I have some time before being fired) I love that cd, bk. I hope you’re enjoying it.
btw, Lana, if you’re reading this will you please Tell me who this is? Toby and i were perusing your site and stumbled on this baby. We love it.
i just started reading here a few days ago but i will keep coming back everyday, several times, so please don’t go on strike..
did you know that even sharks can have an overbite?
That sharks needs a retainer! Maybe you all will donate a dollar to a shark?
I’m guessing by the mail gracing my inbox that people don’t know that much of the above post was just a joke. Except that last part about you all being communists. Of course. I was kidding. Except for the part about wanting a dollar to pay for a retainer for a shark.
That shark is white trash!
actually it’s “Great White Trash”
oh dubstyle, that was the best bad pun I’ve heard in a while. I didn’t even see it coming!
Agreed. I love puns. That one was good. If I see you in September, I’ll give you a dollar.
See what all the grumbling gets you! $1. Though the grumbling is funny enough to be worth the buck. I don’t know why noboby posted about the lyrics. My thought: I think the guy is sleeping on the floor between the bed and the wall, and saying he’s a genious is being sarcastic.
Todd, I want my dollar.