Thursday, April 2, 2009

say it with a song

This "story" it made up of songs from the year I was born. It's a break-up story.


Hey Stoopid, How Can You Expect To Be Taken Seriously when you're The Size Of A Cow? Really? Mama Said To Knock You Out, but I didn't want to get Blood On The Bricks. This Wicked Game you are playing will bring me No More Tears (kinda poetic). I know you came All The Way From Memphis, but please just take a Shot Of Poison and go back Into The Great White Open. You can Kiss My Love Goodbye and return to your Mysterious Ways. Quit Given' Yourself Away 'cause you can't even Remember My Name. You may be Forever Young but I've got a Date With Poverty. Don't Cry your Bitter Tears, Life Goes On. You can Call It What You Want, but this November Rain is sending me some Good Vibrations and I've got to Live and Let Die. This is The Last Time I want to see you so don't you Gimme No Lip, This Love is over. So go take your Sensible Shoes, hop on your Groovy Train, and Kiss Them For Me. Where You Goin' Now? You Haven't Got A Clue, do ya? Sure it was Love At First Site, but that's Easy Come Easy Go. So Don't Make Me Dream About You, Sam, and Surrender already.

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