Jilli, I don't know if there are any more song-poem companies out there. Maybe in Nashville.
John Trubee (who we featured in the book and spoke at the reading in Berkeley) famously sent in "Blind Man's Penis" and got a spiffy country backing for it.
But consider the genius of these titles alone:
13. Dick Kent: Octopus Woman Please Let Me Go
16. Wm. H. Arpaia & The Jerrymanders: Listen, Mister Hat
18. The Downtowners: I Love Lovely Chinese Gal
05. Shelley Stuart & The Five Stars: Vampire Husband
02. Jim Lea: The Doing Of Our Thing
22. uncredited: My Hamburger Baby
28. Gene Marshall: Smoke It - The Pot
05. Bill Joy: Bored Can't Cope Want Out
11. The Real Pros: It's You, Cherokee Lou
...and of course, "Jimmy Carter Says Yes"
And we won't discuss my shameful addiction to a current silly goth/pop metal band from Finland.
Nightwish?
No, HIM. The lead singer is a stunningly pretty man, and the songs are all about how he loves you SO much he would die for you. With power chords. They are my guilty, guilty musical pleasure.
Octopus Woman Please Let Me Go
This? Is sheer perfection.
Jim Lea: The Doing Of Our Thing
Oh, I like this one.
From the little you posted, that song is heading straight for a stalled car on the railroad tracks and/or the Tallahatchee Bridge.
Julie throws herself in front of the bullet Daddy aims at Joey.
OK. Annabel has a rash all over her chin and lips that I've concluded comes from the way she was smearing hummus all over that part of her face while eating her lunch, despite the fact she's had hummus before. It doesn't seem to be distressing her, but it's freaking me right out.
I put her down for her nap as normal, called the pede's office and paged the on-call MD (because the receptionist is closed between noon and 2:00), and am poking my head in every few minutes to make sure she's breathing and isn't otherwise distressed. Right thing? This is below the 911 threshold, even if I have wait till 2:00 to talk to someone, right?
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Oh, and I also wiped her face and hands (which were unaffected) with a clean wet washcloth.
MSR in my world is an X-Files fic classification.
Poor warped little brain.
You're not the only one, Plei.
The lead singer is a stunningly pretty man, and the songs are all about how he loves you SO much he would die for you.
Oooh, he is stunning. He should love me very much but not do the dying for me, unless he vamps. Otherwise boring dead corpse and those aren't stunningly pretty. They're mostly just decomp.
My Splenda just fizzed when I put it in hot water (about to become tea). Is this a bad thing? Are my employers poisoning me? Drugging me? Why does Splenda fizz?
My Splenda always fizzes when I put it in coffee. It was a little startling the first time it happened. Six am is not the time for my coffee to talk back to me.
