What KIND of crack were they smoking?
Friday June 23rd 2006, 6:42 pm
Filed under: Nothingness, Blather

I’m sitting here listening to music with my son. Specifically, we are grooving to They Might Be Giants. One of our favorite songs is called “Violin”. Here are the lyrics:

Violin-lin-lin
Violin-lin-lin
Violin-lin-lin
Ohhh
Violin-lin-lin
Violin-lin-lin
Violin-lin-lin
Ohhhh
Hippo
Hippo
Hippo
Hippo
Hippo
Hippo
Hippo
Mop
Mop
Mop mop
Mop mop
Mop mop mop
Mop mop mop mop
Mop
Speck of dust, dust, dust
Speck of dust, dust, dust
Speck of dust, dust, dust
Ohhh
Speck of dust, dust, dust
Speck of dust, dust, dust
Speck of dust, dust, dust
Ohhh
One quarter of George Washington’s head
Half of George Washington’s head
Three quarters of George Washington’s head
All of George Washington’s head
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhoooooooooooeeeeeeeeaaaaahhhhhhhhhoooooooo
Violin-lin-lin
Violin-lin-lin
Violin-lin-lin
Ohhh
Violin-lin-lin
Violin-lin-lin
Violin-lin-lin
Ohhh

That’s just….well….it….uh. But. Neh. I can’t explain why we like it. We just do. What is your favorite bizarre song?


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All of the TMBG songs crack me up when I hear the lyrics. I mean.. yeah. Some are deep and some are not and..love them. Stupid Coffee.

But right now my favourite weird lyrics is the song “Designed” by Agent51. It’s not even the lyrics so much as the fact that the dude singing it is doing it in this death-metal growly shouting voice that sounds very.. angry.

Here, let me quote ‘em for you while I’m taking up all the precious real-estate for comments in your blog:

Here I am a soldier, slowly sinkin’ in the
Quicksand of the past
Got no recipe. Muffins won’t rise
And the margarine’s goin’ fast
My walls are blue
Colors won’t shine with the red door still in sight
I think of you
The sky caves in and my eyes are stabbed with light
Hurt me
Hate me
Help me
Who’s gonna save me?
Walk a thousand paths and Babylon itches
With the shifting of the social scale
Like a castaway
Rabbit yells back and the register rings “no sale.”
Don’t nail the lid
I’m still breathin’ and my heartbeat’s goin’ fast
Not givin’ in
Maybe I’ll get lucky and I’ll find
Inner peace at last
What’s my destiny
Whoa no that can’t be
Just look and you’ll see
Want self sufficiency
Whoa no that can’t be
What’s my destiny
Slavin’ to the grind, workin’ overtime
Whoa no it can’t be

Comment by Dana 06.24.06 @ 7:21 am



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