About two months ago, Tobyjoe and I were at Enid’s with some friends. While there, a song came on. I couldn’t help but sing along. I made a note to myself: Remember this song. Download it later. It’s from your youth.
Of course, the next day I forgot how it went.
A few weeks after that, I finally broke down and asked Tobyjoe about it.
Honey, do you remember when we were at Enid’s and that song came on? I sang it. It was something about love and forever… You remember how it goes?
No clue.
Bummer.
Well, last night, we watched High Fidelity. And wouldn’t you know, but the song is featured during the credits at the very end. That song is by Stevie Wonder. It’s called I Believe. I ran to the computer and downloaded it immediately.
I believe… GOD DAMNIT!
I sang along and danced around Tobyjoe. He laughed at me and then locked himself in the bathroom. It was frightening, I won’t deny.
I believe when I fall in love with you… GOD DAMNIT!
The biggest problem, however, is I am unable to stop singing it now. I sang it last night, in my sleep, I woke up singing it and today, I keep singing and singing and
I believe when you fall in love with me…. GOD DAMNIT!
singing and singing (you get the point.) It’s making me feel crazy. Suddenly, I want to actually kick the song. Yes, I love it. But give me some peace, Stevie. Please, I beg you, show a lady some mercy.
I believe when I fall in love with you it’ll be forever. GOD DAMNIT!
Someone help me?
Elvira by the Oak Ridge Boys is the only sure fire antidote. Be careful, sometimes the medicine is worse than the disease.
Ooombaba Ooombaba Ooombaba Mow Mow.
Rufus Wainwright has brainwashed me “Cigarettes and Chocolate milk”.
2.5 hours later and My heart’s still on fire for elvira [Ooombaba Ooombaba Ooombaba Mow Mow]
h e l p m e
Still on Stevie. Nothing is helping.
I think I need a doctor.
Try Tom’s Mutherfucking Diner. ;)
I am sitting
In the Motherfucking morning
At the Motherfucking diner
On the Motherfucking corner
I am Motherfucking waiting
At the Motherfucking counter
For the Motherfucking man
To pour the Motherfucking coffee
And the Motherfucker Motherfucking fills it
Only Motherfucking halfway
And before
I even Motherfucking argue
He is Motherfucking looking
Out the Motherfucking window
At some Motherfucker
Coming in
“It is always Motherfucking
Nice to see you”
Says the Motherfucking man
Behind the Motherfucking counter
To the Motherfucking woman
Who has Motherfucking come in
She is Motherfucking shaking
Her Motherfucking umbrella
And I Motherfucking look
The other Motherfucking way
As they are Motherfucking kissing
Their Motherfuckinghellos
I’m Motherfucking pretending
Not to Motherfucking see them
Instead
I pour the Motherfucking milk
I open
Up the Motherfucking paper
There’s a Motherfucking story
Of a Motherfucking actor
Who had Motherfucking died
While he was Motherfucking drinking
It was no one
I had Motherfucking heard of
And I’m Motherfucking turning
To the Motherfucking horoscope
And Motherfucking looking
For the Motherfucking funnies
When I’m Motherfucking feeling
Some Motherfucker Motherfucking watching me
And so
I raise my Motherfucking head
There’s a Motherfucking woman
On the Motherfucking outside
Looking Motherfucking inside
Does she Motherfucking see me?
No she does not
Really Motherfucking see me
Cause she sees
Her own Motherfucking reflection
And I’m Motherfucking trying
Not to Motherfucking notice
That she’s Motherfucking hitching
Up her Motherfucking skirt
And while she’s Motherfucking
Straightening her Motherfucking stockings
Her Motherfucking hair
Is getting Motherfucking wet
Oh, this Motherfucking rain
It will Motherfucking continue
Through the Motherfucking morning
As I’m Motherfucking listening
To the Motherfucking bells
Of the Motherfucking cathedral
I am Motherfucking thinking
Of your Motherfucking voice…
And of the Motherfucking midnight picnic
Once upon a Motherfucking time
Before the Motherfucking rain began…
I finish up my Motherfucking coffee
It’s Motherfucking time to catch the Motherfucking train
The good news about the whole Stevie Wonder thing, was yesterday in a desperate attempt to clean my head of such a ditty, I searched the iTunes music store for another version of it. While searching I discovered a NEW (to me) band! Woo! They are called I Am Kloot. And they do a song called “I Believe.” But that song is nothing like Wonder’s. They’re good, though! And they’re from Manchester, England. (I lived there for a short while back in the day.)
that is all.
one of my absolute favourites.
get ‘natural history.’
lovely lovely stuff.
talking book ++