I fancy a change of tack. There comes a point when posts about technical arcana must stop, and things break down into self-indulgent fluff. This, ladies and gentlemen, is that point.
Y'see, along with blog post titles and e-mail subject lines, setting my MSN name is one of my favourite methods of broadcasting my personality to the world. I thought about riffing on the inherent comedy in this field, but, while I've already proved (with Gary) that I can do puerile, I'm not sure that I can quite pull off the Seinfeld brand of observational comedy to which I aspire — despite gorging on the first three series on DVD over Christmas.
There is, of course, no better method of expressing one's true personality than through the medium of Other People's Song Lyrics. This is a crime of which I've been guilty several times in the past, and I've decided — in a belated new year's resolution — that it should stop. The trouble is, looking through my list of favourite songs, I'm going to miss showing my affinity for lyrical dexterity. Therefore — and after all this self-deprecating pseudo-analysis, we come to the fluff — I'm going to use the remainder of this post to spraff as many disconnected lyrics as I see fit:
Carrion, by British Sea Power
My soul, she cried, I thought you'd died
Amid fumes of formaldehyde
You have been gone, for so long
I felt the lapping of an ebbing tide.
PS. You Rock My World, by Eels
I was at a funeral, the day I realised
I wanted to spend my life with you.
Son of a Gun, by The Vaselines
The sun shines in my bedroom when you play,
And the raining always starts when you go away.
I Predict A Riot, by The Kaiser Chiefs
Watching the people get lairy
Is not very pretty I tell thee.
Walking through town is quite scary,
And not very sensible either.
Robot, by The Futureheads
The best thing is our life span (I don't mind)
We last nigh on hundred years (I don't mind)
If that means we'll be together I don't mind (I have no mind)
Fashion Crisis Hits New York, by The Frank and Walters
Fashion Crisis Hits New York.
I saw a blind man, he was eating his fork.
He says that's what you had to do to be cool:
You eat your cutlery instead of your food.
What a hippy-diddly-crazy world….
There are more, but I think you've indulged me enough for one evening. I'm not sure what connects them, but each of those lyrics brings a smile to my face. Should there be a song that does the same for you, you know where the comments form is.