Ya, the intro is about two minutes long…but boy does it kick in.

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Sexy lover smokin’ with passion
step to the front if you wanna see the action
glance at the mic should I rock my style
it’s been a long time since I got buck wild
sometimes I feel lost in the sauce
when it comes down to who’s the boss
am I being too soft
feenin’ for your love and your special attention
trying to get you to look in my direction
eh you ’bout straight, put a cake in your oven
got to see me to get the good lovin’
wanna get the chance to sex and romance ya
on the dance floor, yeah you want more
I’m wit your girlfriends on the weekend
I give you all types of freakin’ now you tell me you’re leavin’
girl get a grip cause I’m hittin’ all angles
you know how the game goes
you gon’ feel shamefull

When you had it, you didn’t want it
now you ain’t got it, so you want it back
when you had it, you didn’t want it
now you ain’t got it, so you want it back
(you don’t want this)
when you had it, you didn’t want it
now you ain’t got it, so you want it back
(you want that)
when you had it, you didn’t want it
now you ain’t got it, so you want it back

Spotlight game tight
every night new sights
who would ever think life could be so nice
everything’s love til you find out the price
you’re saying you’re sick of the same routine
can’t serperate life from a floor style dream
you wanna take a look split from the scenes
when you thought you got a grip it’s true you lost steam
kick start strain but you can’t find step
in your place is a stud with a bit more pep
little less rep secret well kept
aid her when you need every night you slept
heard it all before can’t beleive it came true
hard to see what a good party’ll do
what ya gon’ do listen to your crew
shoulda took a better look at who’s sleeping with you

When you had it, you didn’t want it
now you ain’t got it, so you want it back
when you had it, you didn’t want it
now you ain’t got it, so you want it back
when you had it, you didn’t want it
now you ain’t got it, so you want it back
when you had it, you didn’t want it
now you ain’t got it, so you want it back

Everytime I turn around you’re lookin’ for somethin’ new
talkin’ ’bout who got to find something else to do
who you wit’ and what you want is just a fantasy
that’s why I keep tellin’ you your ass need to be with me

You know what I’m sayin’
that’s what you want…

When you had it, you didn’t want it
now you ain’t got it, so you want it back
when you had it, you didn’t want it
now you ain’t got it, so you want it back
when you had it, you didn’t want it
now you ain’t got it, so you want it back
when you had it, you didn’t want it
now you ain’t got it, so you want it back

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It’s a god-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling “No”
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she’s hooked to the silver screen
But the film is a saddening bore
‘Cause she’s lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on

Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
It’s the freakiest show
Take a look at the Lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he’ll ever know
He’s in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?

It’s on Amerika’s tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Now the workers have struck for fame
‘Cause Lennon’s on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns
But the film is a saddening bore
‘Cause I wrote it ten times or more
It’s about to be writ again
As I ask you to focus on

Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
It’s the freakiest show
Take a look at the Lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he’ll ever know
He’s in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?

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if you could only stay
even for a day
we could spend some time
yes you’ve spent some time
i’ve seen you with your books
memorizing lines
up at some day school
making others out as fools
sweet autumn leaves seem to long for the pre-garden days
sweet autumn leaves seem to long for the pre-garden days

you and arthur meade
taught me how to read
and how to waste a day
paint pictures of photographs
i paint pictures that made you laugh
sweet autumn leaves seem to long for the pre-garden days
sweet autumn leaves seem to long for the pre-garden days

little girl who’s got the blues
just you, the cat, and the covers on the bed
and your subject’s were once rough
but now they lack the stuff
sweet autumn leaves seem to long for the pre-garden days
sweet autumn leaves seem to long for the pre-garden days

go on about keeping warm
and you wonder why the doctor warned you not to flip your wig
i heard that you were out there, breaking weather
let me take you where the moss grows
like walking out into the year’s first snow
let me take you where the moss grows
like walking out into the year’s first snow
sweet autumn leaves seem to long for the pre-garden days
sweet autumn leaves seem to long for the pre-garden days

Heard this album today at a coffee shop while doing school work with some classmates. Speaking of school work…6,7,8 hours a day on top of class is far from uncommon. Luckily, I have been able to hang with it (so far)…

Gal Costa-Vou Recomeçar

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Não sei por que razão eu sofro tanto em minha vida
A minha alegria é uma coisa tão fingida
A felicidade já é coisa esquecida
Mas agora vou recomeçar
Não vou ser mais triste
Vou mudar daqui pra frente
E a minha escrita vai ser muito diferente
A filosofia vou mudar em minha mente
Pois agora vou recomeçar
Quero amor e quero amar
Quero a vida aproveitar
Talvez até arranje alguém
Alguém que eu possa acreditar
Pois agora vou recomeçar
E daqui pra frente eu vou mudar

The google translation:
I do not know why I suffer so much in my life
My joy is such a faker
Happiness is a thing forgotten
But now I will start
I will not be sadder
I will change from now on
And my writing will be very different
The philosophy I will change my mind
For now I’ll start
I want to love and want to love
I want to enjoy life
Maybe get someone
Someone who I can believe
For now I’ll start
And from now on I’ll change

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(And rollerskates)
(And rollerskates)
(And rollerskates)

Q-TIP:
Girl meets boy on Thursday night
Boy was high, girl fly like kite
They hold hands until next day
Boy then lets go, hit his way
Boy rules butt, brags to his boys
Erection brings bad boy joys
Boy thinks of that big fat back
Big black fat love, big black fat
Girl calls boy to stand him up on Saturday
Saturday

POS AND Q-TIP:
Saturday, it’s a Saturday
It’s a Saturday, it’s a Saturday
Saturday, it’s a Saturday
Saturday, it’s a Saturday

POS:
Back once more with the wallop in the score
Must I ride and rip, should I make you rock your hip
Reviver of a roller-boogie in a rink
And sure to make you think about the times
To scope fun instead of fights
(But diving from a piece of metal sure to take your life)
Yo, slip your butt to the fix of this mix
Toss that briefcase, it’s time to let loose
‘Cause you’ve worked like heck to get the week in check
So unfasten that noose around your neck
Connected like a vibe from the wheel to the foot
Come on everybody dig the funky output

VINIA:
Five days you work
One whole day to play
Come on everybody, wear your rollerskates today
It’s Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, it’s Saturday
Saturday, it’s Saturday
Saturday, it’s Saturday-ay
(Is the word, is the word, is the word)

POS:
Now as you pump your fist I reminisce
To a bounce, rock, skate, roll
Fess to impress
Hey, pretty diamond, do you like the way I’m dressed
Cool, keep the faith and be my mate
‘Cause all we need is feet
(And rollerskates)
But promote the hustle ’cause it keeps me thin
No need to talk, look who just walked in

DOVE:
(Is there a Dred on skates?)
Yes, man
(So kick the wham on this jam)
Oh Mr. Sprinkler, Mr. Sprinkler
Wet me for one, Mr. Sprinkler
I’m heatin’ high-five in a daze, no split
With a yawn I trip to the dawn
Out comes the bodies following the one idea
It’s clear, rattle to the roll
Hold back up the track, grab your rollerskates y’all
And let’s zip on by
Zip-a-de-doo-dah, let’s zip on by
Feed on a weed and we’re feeling high
Sun is on thick and the cheese is rollin’ quick
Come on, there’s no time to hide
Season is twist, spinning and winning
No hackeysack, let let me in
Spill on the bottom away, but it’s okay, huh
It’s a Saturday

POS:
Now let’s all get baked like Anita

Q-TIP:
Watch Mr. Lawnge, don’t look at the peter

DOVE:
Feel on the fun, I’ll feel on the

VINIA:
Hey, watch that!

DE LA SOUL:
It’s a Saturday

VINIA:
Now is the time
To act the fool tonight
Forget about your worries and you will be all right
It’s Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, it’s Saturday
Saturday, it’s Saturday
Saturday, it’s Saturday-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
(Aaoww)

(Saturday)
(Saturday)
(Saturday)
(Saturday)
(Saturday)
(Saturday)
(Saturday)
(Saturday)

Alrighty, tonight Dan’s Music For Nerds gets a little more “in your face”. A little ditty from one of the best albums ever. So far apart from everything else at that moment. Man I used to be in love infatuated with her…

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Speak, I’m listening
Baby, I’m your sweet thing
Believe what I’m saying
God’s truth, I’m not lying

I lie steady
Rest your head on me
I’ll smooth it nicely
Rub it better ’till it bleeds

And you’ll believe me
Caught out again
I’m calling you weak
Getting even

And I, I was joking
Sweet babe, let me stroke it
Take, I’m giving
God’s truth, I’m not lying

And you’ll believe me
I, I, I’m calling you in
And I’ll make it better
I’ll rub ’till it bleeds

I’ll rub it until it
I’ll rub it until it, hey!
I’ll rub it until it
I’ll rub it until it

I’ll rub it until it, hey!
I’ll rub it until it
I’ll rub it until it
I’ll rub it until it

Was out at the Federal tonight and this song I hadn’t heard in a while came on…holding on for dear life at the end of a relationship waiting for the other person to blink first…a better description of a bad time I have not found…

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I’ve been going through the records, we’re not getting any better.
Maybe I’m just getting bitter, I don’t really care whatever.
I’m so tired of open warfare, when the point of this was to be best of friends.
We’ve been going round in circles like a plane without an engine
As we spiral down the slipstream of our quickly sinking friendship.
It’s a trainwreck of an ending. It’s the same as if we’d never even met.
And now I’m going through the motions like a drunken ballerina
who is too tired to dance but keeps on getting up to see if
anybody stuck around to see a show that has been over now for days.
And I know that they’re gone but I keep checking anyway.

We’ve been standing here for hours on the edges of a canyon.
I’ve got my side you’ve got yours and we’re both about to fall in.
The pole we hold between us is the only thing that’s keeping us aloft.
And we’re standing in the hallway, both resolved to finally do this.
We each have our guns drawn but neither of us wants to shoot first.
We could stay like this forever. We could stay like this and never leave.
But there are standards I expect our breaking up to measure up to.
When you fall in love as hard and recklessly as you and I do,
It seems that the final act should have the same intensity as the first scene.
If I don’t lose a couple teeth then it just won’t feel real to me.

So we fall onto the floor, not really sure if this
Is breaking bones or making out, maybe a bit of both.
But I won’t look away first. And you won’t look away first.

“It’s a simple proposition,” said the rabbit to the badger,
“I am sure if we’re committed, we could dig our way to China.
Wouldn’t it be great to see The Wall and all those people standing on their heads?”
So they each picked up a shovel, throwing dirt over their shoulders
And with every shovelful, their little hole got a bit deeper
Til they had to climb down in it, just to reach the bottom layer.
They went on like this all night, scooping up and tossing out dirt.
In the morning they realized they weren’t getting any further.
The hole had grown so deep that the dirt they threw kept falling back on them.
Said the badger to rabbit, “I am sure if we continue
We will pull through this on top. Perseverance is a virtue.”
So they scooped it and they tossed while the dirt piled up around their legs.
And in a matter of hours they buried themselves in it.

And we fall onto the floor, not really sure if this
Is breaking bones or making out, maybe a bit of both.
But I won’t look away first. And you won’t look away first.

I’ve been going through the records, we’re not getting any better.
Maybe I’ve just gotten bitter, I don’t really care whatever.
I’m so tired of open warfare, when the point of this was to be best of friends.
We’ve been going round in circles like a plane without an engine
As we spiral down the slipstream of our quickly sinking friendship.
It’s a trainwreck of an ending. It’s the same as if we’d never even met.
But now I’m going through the motions like a dedicated doctor
Whose patient has been broken with no chance that he’ll recover.
I keep shocking at the body, just trying to make the heartbeat stay.
And I know that it’s gone but I keep trying anyway.

Yeah we fall onto the floor, not really sure if this
Is breaking bones or making out, maybe a bit of both.
But I won’t look away first. And you won’t look away first.
No I won’t look away first. And you won’t look away first.

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Remember when we were young
How you asked everyone to marry you
All of those songs we sung
Changing all the words you used to make the heroine die
Why

Remember when we were right
God threw his darts at stars in the night
I had a kite
You had a trampoline and a BMX bike
You didn’t even like

I don’t want to say it’s breaking my heart
And I don’t know where to start
Old friends are falling apart
Time like the name of a man
Covered and we both can whine
I miss the straight, straight lines

The old times

Remember when we got caught
Dirty hands and make-believe drugs
We never got
Give me all your money
Bank robbers and cowboy cops
Make-believe rocks

Remember when we held hands
Red rover and marching band
You had a tan
Staying outside that long’s gonna make you man
Never going back, never going back again

I don’t want to say it’s breaking my heart
And I don’t know where to start
Old friends are falling apart
Time like the name of a man
Covered and we both can whine
I miss the straight, straight lines

The old times
The old times
Remember when we were young
Remember when we were young

Thank goodness for friends that take the time to keep me informed/burn me mix CD’s. Here is one of my faves from Ms. Werdel’s latest creation:

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We’ve got one more to go
And the last one was a mistake
I’d pour you another
But I think I heard the bottle break
On the bedroom floor
And we’ll count the hours awake
‘Cause I see no sense in sleeping
Only to wake up much too late
Oh, Anna Leigh, it’s not that I’m scared, I’ve got to
Wait for the air to call you

Lalita, don’t you hate these kisses?
I know that we’re not in
But we’re in love with everyone that is
We’re talking tiny conversations
Like they’re harmless
Oh, don’t you know that I know it’s a sin?

We’ve got one more to go
An the last one nearly killed me
I’m talking to the devil but
I think I heard an angel sing (la la la)
And this year has just begun
So don’t count your blessings yet
Let’s take a walk, but I think we’d better watch our step
Oh, Anna Leigh, lay down beside me
I’m in need of rest
I’m looking for a hand to guide me
Far away from the rest
Are we moving too fast?

Lalita, don’t you hate these kisses?
I know that we’re not in
But we’re in love with everyone that is
I’m making tiny compositions
And though they’re charmless
I’m hoping that they’ll bring you back again

Took a little liberty with the lyrics, mostly changing the “he’s” to “she’s”

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Sugar, I got my baby
My sugar, I never made me my sugar
That sugar baby of mighty special passion
Funny, you never asked for my money
All that I get from you is honey
That she can spend anytime.
I get a million sips from her lips
If I were a bee,
Because she’s sweeter than chocolate candy to me.
She’s confectionary sugar.
I’d never cheat on my sugar
Coz I’m too sweet on my sugar,
That sugar baby of mine

I am in, I am in, I am in!
A dream that started in 7th grade and was put on hold for far too long has finally started to become a reality.
From a double-wide in Mill Creek to a grad student at Duke University, it seems like I have lived several lifetimes during the intervening years.
Oh, and all you non-believers/haters/ex’s can suck it

Digging through the crates this week, came across this album. Yes, ‘Just Can’t Get Enough’ is the catchy dance song, but the record is full of 1985 goodness.

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I’m not going down on my knees,
Begging you to adore me
Can’t you see it’s misery
And torture for me
When I’m misunderstood
Try as hard as you can, I’ve tried as hard as I could
To make you see
How important it is for me

Here is a plea
From my heart to you
Nobody knows me
As well as you do
You know how hard it is for me
To shake the disease
That takes hold of my tongue
In situations like these

Understand me

Some people have to be
Permanently together
Lovers devoted to
Each other forever
Now I’ve got things to do
And I’ve said before that I know you have too
When I’m not there
In spirit I’ll be there

Here is a plea
From my heart to you
Nobody knows me
As well as you do
You know how hard it is for me
To shake the disease
That takes hold of my tongue
In situations like these.

Understand me

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Why do you let me stay here
All by myself?

Why don’t you come and play here?
I’m just sitting on the shelf

Why don’t you sit right down and stay a while?
We like the same things and I like your style

It’s not a secret
Why do you keep it?
I’m just sitting on the shelf

I’ve got to get your presence
Let’s make it known
I think you’re just so pleasant
I would like you for my own

Why don’t you sit right down and make me smile?
You make me feel like I am just a child

Why do you edit?
Just give me credit
I’m just sitting on the shelf

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Alone on a train aimless in wonder
An outdated map crumbled in my pocket
But I didn’t care where I was going
They’re all different names for the same place.

The coast just appeared when the sea drown the summer
I’ve no words to share with anyone
The boundaries of language are quietly cursed
All the different names for the same different.

There are different names for the same things
There are different names for the same things…

So, I traveled to my Mom’s this weekend to do stuff around her house and to meet up with old High School peeps on Saturday night. I hadn’t seen/talked to most of them in 18 years. The biggest mistake I made was going out Friday and getting wwwwaaaaayyyyyy trashed. I was out of sorts Saturday and had to fight from reverting back to high school-insecure-skulking-in-the-background Dan. I’ve spoken at conferences, met with higher-ups from county, been on TV more than once, DJ’d in front of big crowds, etc… but a hangover and old High School people are apparently all it takes for timid Dan to return. It was a little weird, a few of these people were more important to me than anything else back then; now we are telling the last 18 years in two paragraphs or less. All in all though, it was great fun and I hope to do a better job of staying in touch over the next 18 years.

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Disappear from your hometown
Go and find the people that you know
Show them all you good parts
Leave town when bad ones start to show
Go and wed a woman
A pretty girl that you’ve never met
Make sure she knows you love her well
But don’t make any other promises

The weight of lies will bring you down
And follow you to every town
Cause nothing happens here that doesn’t happen there
So when you run make sure you run
To something and not away from
Cause lies don’t need an aeroplane to chase you anywhere

I once heard the worse thing
A man could do is draw a hungry crowd
Tell everyone his name, pride, and confidence
But leaving out his doubt
I’m not sure I bought those words
When I was young I knew most everything
These words have never met so much to anyone
As they now mean to me

The weight of lies will bring you down
And follow you to every town
Cause nothing happens here that doesn’t happen there
So when you run make sure you run
To something and not away from
Cause lies don’t need an aeroplane to chase you down

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I’m in the phone booth, it’s the one across the hall.
If you don’t answer, I’ll just ring it off the wall.
I know he’s there, but I just had to call.
Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone.

I heard your mother, now she’s going out the door.
Did she go to work or just go to the store?
All those things she said, I told you to ignore.
Oh why can’t we talk again?
Oh why can’t we talk again?
Oh why can’t we talk again?
Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone.
Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone.

It’s good to hear your voice, you know it’s been so long.
If I don’t get your calls then everything goes wrong.
I want to tell you something you’ve known all along.
Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone.

I had to interrupt and stop this conversation.
Your voice across the line gives me a strange sensation.
I’d like to talk when I can show you my affection.
Oh I can’t control myself.
Oh I can’t control myself.
Oh I can’t control myself.
Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone.

Hang up and run to me.
Oh!
Hang up and run to me.
Oh!
Hang up and run to me.

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What’s the matter, why don’t you answer
What’s the matter with me
Cause it’s so hard to be
Free and easy, we’ll disappear completely
Hardly as I’ve known it’s glad

You’re heart is broken, and the doors are open
As you’re hoping to be
There’s brighter places to see
Hands need warning, early in the morning
Hardly as I’ve known a surprise

No, don’t warn me
I know it’s wrong, but I swear it won’t take long
And I know, you know,
It makes me sigh; I do believe in love

Another season, but the same old feelings
Another reason could be
I’m tired of aching, summer’s what you make it
But I’ll believe what I want to believe

Wow, it has been a while. The site had been taken over by malicious code and there were thousands of spam comments. One afternoon spent upgrading WordPress has cured those woes, so it is now onward and upward.
Quick and dirty update:
Just moved into a new place…actually still moving into a new place. This is my first time living away from Cameron Village and Downtown in several years…I kind of like the new place, but I have a feeling that when the short lease is up (in December) I will be out of here.

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Cupid come from coffee cup
Sickly heavy heart
Semi-set adrift in your
Lifted sugar eye
Come back down I’m waiting here
And lick me with your fire
Connected silver tounges
Our lips beside

Everytime I look at you
Pins me to the ground
Mirror me your memories please
And let me help you down
Swallow me into your bed
With glimpses of your thighs
Forget your vanity
Come cupid come