lyrics

(by The Negro Problem, from Post-Minstrel Syndrome)

(whistling)
Heidegger in harlem
on a sunday afternoon
black paint streaming down his face
he’s trying to equalize
the distortion in his room
people screaming “unify your race”

but see it takes so long la da da
long i have heard, Martin
i want to thank you for pushing my cart along

there’s a soap box burning
there’s a preacher in the street
black, left, Christian on the way
the preacher’s saying Jesus danced to Communist beats
remember how he spread the fish and bread around that day
but it took too long la da da
long i have heard, preacher
i want to thank you for pushing my cart along

see, Heidegger collapses in a soul food restaurant
the sisters bring him cool lemonade
one of ‘em reads aloud from a notebook by the plate
it says “i think this poor white boy’s about to fade”

see it takes too long la da da
long i have heard, preacher
i want to thank you for pushing my cart along

now the preacher’s wearing boxing gloves
the crowd is with him now
he’s punching out the demons of the state
even Malcolm smiles adjusts his tie in the book store window
he says “take me home now, preacher, i can’t wait”

history clock
don’t make no tick-tock
it won’t tell the time
so which watch should be mine?
it won’t plant the seeds
which whisper through the trees
and sway on the song
that pushes my cart along

Stuck in my head like a stone in my shoe is the song Oblivious by Aztec Camera. Here’s a live recording by Roddy Frame, then the awesome lyrics.

Aztec Camera / Oblivious

from the mountain tops
down to the sunny street
a different drum is playing a different kind of beat
it’s like a mystery
that never ends
I see you crying and i want to kill your friends

I hear your footsteps in the street
...it won’t be long before we meet
it’s obvious
just count me in and count me out and I’ll be waiting for the shout
oblivious

met Mo and she’s okay
said no one really changed
got different badges but they wear them just the same
down by the ballroom
I recognized
that flaming fountain in those kindred caring eyes

I hear your footsteps in the street
...it won’t be long before we meet
it’s obvious
just count me in and count me out and I’ll be waiting for the shout
oblivious

I hope it haunts me ‘til I’m hopeless
I hope it hits you when you go
and sometimes on the edge of sleeping
it rises up to let me know it’s not so deep I’m not so slow

I hear your footsteps in the street
...it won’t be long before we meet
it’s obvious
just count me in and count me out and I’ll be waiting for the shout
oblivious

they’re calling all the shots
they’ll call and say they phoned
they’ll call us lonely when we’re really just alone
and like a funny film
it’s kinda cute
they’ve bought the bullets and there’s no one left to shoot

I hear your footsteps in the street
...it won’t be long before we meet
it’s obvious
just count me in and count me out and I’ll be waiting for the shout
oblivious

Went bowling yesterday with co-workers, it was pretty fun. I bowled a 137, a 130, and a 114 which put me third among the 12 folks bowling.

My head is feeling better too. It’s all good.

The song in my head which I was unable a good copy of from either on iTunes, Amazon MP3 store, or via skreemr is Oblivious by Aztec Camera. Meanwhile, YouTube does not disappoint.

Particularly the line “I see you crying and I want to kill your friends”.

Endicott’s up by 5 o’clock
Endicott’s givin’ it all he got
Endicott’s job is six to nine but
Endicott’s home by 9 oh five
Endicott helps to cook the steak
Endicott helps to wash the plates
Endicott puts the kids to bed
Endicott reads a book to them

(Why cant you be like Endicott?) (oh)

Endicott loves Tribena so
Endicott puts her on a pedestal
Endicott’s wish is her command but
Endicott don’t make no demands
Endicott’s always back in time
Endicott’s not the cheatin’ kind
Endicott’s full of compliment
Endicott’s such a gentleman
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Lyric of the day:

I’m gonna find me a horse
Just about this big,
And ride him all along the border line

With a
Pair of heavy-duty
Zircon-encrusted tweezers in my hand
Every other wrangler would say
I was mighty grand

But by myself I wouldn’t
Have no boss,
But I’d be raisin’ my lonely
Dental Floss

Raisin’ my lonely—Dental Floss
Raisin’ my lonely—Dental Floss

Well I might
Ride along the border
With my tweezers gleamin’
In the moon-lighty night

And then I’d
Get a cup ‘a coffee
and give my foot a push,
Just me-and-the-pygmy-pony
Over by the Dental Floss Bush