Tuesday, February 01, 2005

call and answer

I've reached Ferrell's Paradox in terms of my relationships with the fairer sex.

For those of you who didn't sit at my lunch table today, this is when you can flirt with moderate success with mildly attractive females, yet meet with metaphoric brick walls when presented with either
  1. An above average looking female, or
  2. a female you're actually interested in.


Sucks, don't it?

Enough about my non-existant love life. Too morose for you motherfuckers.

EDIT: Is it me, or is there a Barenaked Ladies song for every occasion?

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Queen - Step on Me

Know what I said when I saw you crying
Hang on that's folly
I was weak in the head I believed your lying
You're just a bad memory
My life was going to be better
My why could I never ever see she'd step on me

Well I talked to your friend just the other day
I was gonna look and raise a smile
And she hid a smile and she ain't like you
Been asleep from all the journeys a little while
My life was going to be better
My why could I never ever see she'd step on me
Step on me, step on me, step on me

Now it's so good I won't waste my time
On a two year old picture of you
Oh now that you're gone everything's fine
But you probably think that we're through
My life was going to be better
My why could I never ever see she'd step on me
Step on me, step on me, step on me

Now it's so good I won't waste my time
On a two year old picture of you
Oh now that you're gone everything's fine
But you probably think that we're through
My life was going to be better
My why could I never ever see she'd step on me
Never ever see she'd step on me

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Pixies - The Holiday Song

Well sit right down my wicked son
And let me tell you a story
About the boy who fell from glory
And how he was a wicked son

This ain't no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am with my hand

He took his sister from his head
And then painted her on the sheets
And then rolled her up in grass and trees
And they kissed 'till they were dead

This ain't no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am, with my hand

Well sit right down my evil son
And let me tell you a story
About the boy who fell from glory
And how he was a wicked son

This ain't no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am, with my hand

This ain't no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am, with my hand

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The Cure - Close To Me

I've waited hours for this
I've made myself so sick
I wish I'd stayed asleep today
I never thought that this day would end
I never thought that tonight could ever be
This close to me

Just try to see in the dark
Just try to make it work
To feel the fear before you're here
I make the shapes come much too close
I pull my eyes out
Hold my breath
And wait until I shake

But if I had your faith
Then I could make it safe and clean
If only I was sure
That my head on the door was a dream

I've waited hours for this
I've made myself so sick
I wish I'd stayed asleep today
I never thought that this day would end
I never thought that tonight could ever be
This close to me

But if I had your face
I could make it safe and clean
If only I was sure
That my head on the door
Was a dream

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Matthew Sweet - Thought I Knew You

I thought I knew you
I was in for a surprise
I let my love flow
From my heart into your eyes

And then I found out
That there was nothing I could know or guess about you
You'd go as far as you could go

And it took me years to figure out
That there was nothing I could give to you

And years to figure out
That there was nothing you would take from me

And how can I describe
The way you slowly took my hope away

And all of the time
I thought I knew you

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Smashing Pumpkins - To Forgive

Ten times removed
I forget about where it all began
Bastard son of a bastard son of
A wild eyed child of the sun
And right as rain, I'm not the same but
I feel the same, I feel nothing
Holding back the fool again
Holding back the fool pretends
I forget to forget nothing is important
Holding back the fool again
I sensed my loss
Before I even learned to talk
And I remember my birthdays
Empty party afternoons won't come back
Holding back the fool again
Holding back the fool pretends
I forget to forget nothing is important
Holding back the fool again
I forget to forget me
I forget to forget you see
Nothing is important to me
I knew my loss
Before I even learned to speak
And all along, I knew it was wrong
But I played along, with my birthday song
Holding back the fool again
Holding back the fool pretends
I forget to forget nothing is important
Holding back the fool again

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There's your sad bastard music for the day. Go forth and prosper.

1 Comments:

Blogger Kate said...

I think Ferrell's paradox must be spreading, because I was just discussing something similar to it the other day with a few friends here. I know the feeling, and know it well. I'm thinking about setting up a dating service where I just post my number and the first offer I get every weekend, I take, regardless, because I'm tired of either sitting around aimlessly or going out "with the girls", which actually means that we're all just too sad to get dates. On the Barenaked Ladies note, I just think all the songs are generically blah enough to mold into whatever you want them to. Oh, and Ryan said you know something about a mashup between some song and my new favorite song "Mahna Mahna" by Animal and the muppets? Tell me more...

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