BONUS annual hallowe’en post-an-hour : baby laugh a lot, it’s a scream!
…and with that, I’m out. I did my nine to five, now it’s time to dress up a little more and go shake some groove at whatever parties I can find. If you appreciated today’s Post-An-Hour, it would be completely amazing if you could toss me some coin in lieu of candy. (Though candy works too, if you’re local). I am a poor, poor kitten right now, and everything helps. Also, be thankful I didn’t dig up that singing Tim Curry clip. You know the one. Yeah, that one.
Thank you, and GOODNIGHT-TAH!
It was a real drug midnight
I was goofing
Beat and weary
Over many a freakish volume of forgotten score
When suddenly there came a tapping
As if some cat were gently riffing
Knocking rhythm at my pad’s door.
Ah, “’tis the landlady,” I muttered
On her broom she flies the rounding
Sounding for her rent
WITCH only this and nothing more
Ehh, ooh, will I ever get out of this feeling?
Ah, so solid I remember,
It was in that wrought December
And it’s swingin’, jumpin’ ember
Blew it’s phantom upon the floor
Groovily I woo’d the morrow
Still hung I sought to borrow
From my book kicks
To knock the sorrow
Sorrow for my gone Lenore
For that sweet, square but swingin’ maiden
Whom the fly chicks tagged Lenore
Nameless here forevermore
Lord Buckley’s “The Bugbird” (“The Raven”).
Buy the album: “A Most Immaculately Hip Aristocrat.
fyi: this show should be is required viewing to anyone who stayed up watching late night TV in the 80’s.
Actual lyrics from a song I’m testing today for work:
The Chorus: “But you feel so clean. Well she craves affection, so I use protection, and I know she loves me, she loves everybody.”
The First Verse: “You’re just a little girl now, you’re just a girl who misses her dad, and all the toys that she had, thought I could make you older, thought I could keep you out of harm, but now you’re caught in my arms.”
The Second Verse: “Now that we’ve made it this far, now that we’ve made a mess in the car, you ought to give it a rest.”
He then repeats the chorus about her feeling clean, but using a condom because he doesn’t want a filthy, filthy STD off the adoring yet slutty jail-bait he’s using as a Kleenex, because he knows she must have something besides love for him tucked away in that little girl skirt, no matter that the last iteration of the chorus doesn’t repeat the line, “she loves everybody” as a nod to her clubbed to death child-like innocence. End scene.
The cover of the album is a black custom condom wrapper.