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Friday, June 02, 2006

OK, I'll Play...

Displaying Our Questionable Musical Tastes

I rarely carry my iPod to work on Fridays. See, it's casual day at work, so I don't have to be dressed in my monkey suit. Plus, it's freakin' FRIDAY!!! so I'm in a good mood, generally. Add some hoppin' music to the mix, and you get the horrifying spectacle of El Capitan diddyboppin' down the avenue, completely lost in the tunage.

I've got a bad habit of impromptu air-guitaring, and every so often the urge to do a Chuck Berry duckwalk while crossing the street is almost overwhelming. So, I save the iPod for days that I'm a bit more... reserved.

It's with me today, though, so I'll join in Ellison's little scheme of peeling off the next 10 random tunes and listing them here:

1. Susannah McCorkle - The Waters Of March
2. Faith No More - Epic
3. Old 97's - Doreen
4. April Wine - Sign Of The Gypsy Queen
5. The Jayhawks - Life Floats By
6. The Ronettes - Then He Kissed Me
7. Billy Squier - In The Dark
8. Fleetwood Mac - Tusk
9. Queen & David Bowie - Under Pressure
10. Roy Orbison & kd lang - Crying

The Waters Of March
Words & Music by Antonio Carlos Jobim
English lyrics by Susannah McCorkle

A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road,
It's feeling alone, it's the weight of your load;

It's a sliver of glass, it's life, it's the sun,
It's night, it's death, it's a knife, it's a gun;

A flower that blooms, a fox in the brush,
A knot in the wood, the song of a thrush;

A mystery of life, the steps in the hall,
The sound of the wind, and the waterfall.

It's the moon floating free, it's the curve of the slope,
It's an end, it's a bee, it's a reason for hope;

And the riverbank sings of the waters of March,
It's the promise of spring, it's the joy in your heart.

A spear, a spike, a stake, a nail,
It's a drip, it's a drop, it's the end of the tale;

The dew on the leaf in the morning light,
The shot of a gun in the dead of the night;

A mile, a must, a thrust, a bump,
It's the will to survive, it's a jolt, it's a jump;

Blue print of a house, a body in bed,
Car stuck in the mud, it's the mud, it's the mud;

A fish, a flash, a wish, a wing,
It's a hawk, it's a dove, it's the promise of spring;

And the riverbank sings of the waters of March,
It's the end of despair, it's the joy in your heart.

A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road,
The stump of a tree, it's a frog, it's a toad;

A sigh, a breath, a walk, a run,
A life, a death, a rain, a sun;

And the river bank sings of the waters of March,
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart.