Cordelia ,'End of Days'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Jessica, I had a dream with you in it last night! There was... cooking or eating involved.
Neato!
"Tell Laura I looooooove herrrrrr"
I love this song unabashedly. It's just so big and sincere and cheesy and about FIREY DEATH. (Sharon Stone's character in Broken Flowers is named Laura, and has (had) a husband who died in a racecar crash. Ithink I was the only one in the screening room who laughed at that.)
Huh? What song?
Paula Cole, "I Don't Wanna Wait" (the Dawson's Creek song).
So open up your morning light,
And say a little prayer for I
You know that if we are to stay alive
Then see the peace in every eye...
I did refrain from posting anything by Billy Ray Cyrus.
And I thank you from the bottom of my....wait for it...achey breaky heart.
So open up your morning light,
and say a little prayer for I
You know that if we are to stay alive
Then see the peace in every eye...oh man. And she rhymed 'I' with 'eye'. That almost bugs me more.
This is a song, la la la la
Elmo's song.
That is a GOOD song. And why? Because I sang it "This is the song, la la la la, ELLEN'S song." And Ellen liked it. So it was good.
Ugh. I know what song you're talking about (I never watched "Dawson's Creek" but I've heard the song on the radio), but never noticed the "say a little prayer for I".
And I thank you from the bottom of my....wait for it...achey breaky heart.
Frank, knock it off, man. I want nice flowers at our funeral.
Paula Cole, "I Don't Wanna Wait" (the Dawson's Creek song).
You mean "I can hardly wait/ for this song to be ooooover..."
I love "Billy, Don't Be a Hero." See Frank's comments on some bad songs being interesting. I also love, "The Night Chicago Died."
nods head in agreement
Bombast of a certain stripe I enjoy in that guilty pleasure sort of way. My problem with stuff like WBTC is that it's not bombastic enough.
And now I'm earwormed with "Tie a Yellow Ribbon" for some reason. I blame....one of you. I don't care who.
There are several places on my route to Canada (Pennsylvania, I'm looking at you) where the only available radio stations are of the Really Bad Country variety, and I love them to pieces. Lyrics like She's got her daddy's money / her mama's looks / more laughs than a pile of comic books. And the one sung entirely from the perspective of a guy whose wife left him for another man, and so now he has to work at McDonald's and live in a tent to afford the alimony, and the ex's new husband is at the drive-through window. I think it's called (yes, really) "Do You Want Fries With That?"
Billy Ray Cyrus, by comparison, is merely ordinary bad country. It's not nearly as much fun.
I love "Billy, Don't Be a Hero." See Frank's comments on some bad songs being interesting. I also love, "The Night Chicago Died."
Cindy is me. And because of that, I'm arranging her funeral with lots of nice flowers and mostly '70s pop tunes.