weaktwos

...is being very very good to me.

I feel like I'm playing hookie, but I'm not.

Here's the plan: laundry, house chores, exercise, then goofing off.

But first, some music appreciation:

1. The Pink Spiders' Modern Swinger. They are your typical 20-something punkass party boys from Nashville. But they make for a fun song, especially when Rick Ocasek produces their album.

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Modern Swinger
Artist or band: The Pink Spiders
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She's out of luck and I'm hoping out of cigarettes
Misundersstod with naked pictures on the internet
Her social deviance is teasing me and I know what I want
And I'm really gonna really let her know that I like her
But I just don't care enough to fool around with love

Yeah my baby's pretty as a car crash
Sexy as a stinger or a hornet in your arm
just another modern swinger
screaming "catch me if you can"
with a cigarette in hand and it's love
its heavy and it hurts and its love

Strung out on blow
She doesn't know why she's not feeling good
Dropped out of school
Now she's moving out to Hollywood
Her reckless decadance is taking things a little too far

Yeah my baby's pretty as a car crash
Subtle as a spinter
Yeah my baby's smooth like sandpaper
Warm just like the winter
screaming "catch me if you can"
with a cigarette in hand and it's love
its heavy and it hurts and its love

Staring at my shoes thinking of something to say
But nothing's better than what silence is saying
Every time I turn around
she's always looking away
It's just the nature of the game that we're playing

And I think I'm tapping out
I think I'm gonna skip the title bout

2. John Hiatt's "Cry Love".

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A moment of steel
A dry-eyed house
Did he say goodbye to you
Or did you kick him out
I know you're not afraid
To go alone
But this was a marriage of spirit, flesh, and bone

Now whatcha gonna do
When the planet shifts
Whatcha gonna do
Gonna slit your wrists
Bleed all over the milky way
The stars in your eyes look red today

CHORUS:
Cry love, Cry love
The tears of an angel
The tears of a dove
Spilling all over, your heart from above
Cry Love, Cry Love

The trust of a woman in his hand
But he was a little boy, not a man
You loved him stronger than he could feel
Yeah he was wrapped up in himself like an orange peel
Now whatcha gonna do
With the booze and the blush
Whatcha gonna do
When there's no rush
Cop a little misery
At the corner store
Well' one day that train of pain won't stop no more

REPEAT CHORUS

Throwning up ashes on the floor
If this is a lesson in love
Well what's it for?
The heart will remember
The burning fire
The next time you feel the flame
Of desire

REPEAT CHORUS TWICE

Cry love, cry love, cry love