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perzephone) wrote2006-12-12 09:18 am
perzephone) wrote2006-12-12 09:18 am
Bwahahaha - My Roots Is Showing
Heh heh... C. W. McCall is soooo politically incorrect. And so very, very funny. It never gets old, especially being the daughter of a trucker. The Blue Collar Comedy Tour has nothing on this guy. In fact, I think Foxworthy could get some new material.
'When I say put a rock under that tire, I mean a ROCK!'
I wish I could find 'Comin' Back for More' on Limewire. Harley's had me listening to Johnny Cash all last week. This is stuff my folks listened to regular, & I guess it's my guilty pleasure - the storytellers of country music. Johnny Cash, W. C. McCall, Tom T. Hall... 'Sneaky Snake' is possibly the bestest song ever written.
Of course, I am supposed to be in bed right now. I can tell I'm getting bronchitis by the feeling in my chest & the cough that keeps sneaking up on me. But here I sit, taking advantage of the fact that Rob is gone to his mom's to work on a door & also he's doing some Yule shopping, even though I keep telling him I don't want anything. Instead I sit here, rambling through my music collection. Now it's The Talking Heads' Remain in Light, home of 'The Great Curve'...
The world moves on a woman's hips
The world moves and it swivels and bops
The world moves on a woman's hips
The world moves and it bounces and hops
I think I've just got that going-to-be-sick-soon restlessness. Not tired, but exhausted. Always looking ahead. I've lost my center, my ability to just live in the now.
'When I say put a rock under that tire, I mean a ROCK!'
I wish I could find 'Comin' Back for More' on Limewire. Harley's had me listening to Johnny Cash all last week. This is stuff my folks listened to regular, & I guess it's my guilty pleasure - the storytellers of country music. Johnny Cash, W. C. McCall, Tom T. Hall... 'Sneaky Snake' is possibly the bestest song ever written.
Of course, I am supposed to be in bed right now. I can tell I'm getting bronchitis by the feeling in my chest & the cough that keeps sneaking up on me. But here I sit, taking advantage of the fact that Rob is gone to his mom's to work on a door & also he's doing some Yule shopping, even though I keep telling him I don't want anything. Instead I sit here, rambling through my music collection. Now it's The Talking Heads' Remain in Light, home of 'The Great Curve'...
The world moves on a woman's hips
The world moves and it swivels and bops
The world moves on a woman's hips
The world moves and it bounces and hops
I think I've just got that going-to-be-sick-soon restlessness. Not tired, but exhausted. Always looking ahead. I've lost my center, my ability to just live in the now.