“can’t you hear the thunder? you better run, you better take cover. i bless the rains down in Africa!”

I’ve been semi-comatose in a dark room for the last 24 hours. The only sounds I’ve been exposed to have been my dog trying to lick my ears and a couple episodes of The Simpsons. So, this is another day when I have no explanation for the songs I’ve come up with. I must have been hopping continents in my sleep. Or, it must have had something to do with rain. Or thunderstorms. Or the early 80s. Or something.

Down Under

Men at Work


Business as Usual




Toto IV

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“well, fuck you and all that jazz as we fall down”

SO, I had surgery six days ago, during which I delivered an bouncing 23-year-old gallbladder that needed to die in a fire. I am on all sorts of medication for pain and nausea and gastrointestinal battles.

Then, a couple days ago, I was put on antibiotics for bronchitis, “walking” pneumonia (emphasis on the “walking” because I cannot actually do much of that), and a soul-crushing cough that probably kills kittens. Now, I have a completely different cold that is evacuating all the snot from my nose.

This is all happening at the same time. Oh, also, a brand new contact broke right after I put it in my eye. My body does not know WTF and neither do I, so I got three songs today. Morning, afternoon, evening. Have a blast — I’m going to take more stuff that turns me into Droopy Dog (1:12).


I  think this first song accurately depicts my attitude to my immune system right now.

Fuck You!

Cee Lo Green


The Lady Killer


I think the context of this applies, as well. After telling my body to go fuck itself, much like Velma Kelly killed her sister and boyfriend, I decided to dance around like I’d pretty much won and just didn’t care anymore.

All That Jazz

Catherine Zeta-Jones

2002 (original: 1975)

Chicago: Music from the Miramax Motion Picture


And finally, this is my Waterloo.

Going Down

The Rayees

sometime between 2007 and 2009

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“(papa can you hear me?) not while I’m around.”

“Not While I’m Around”

Edward Sanders & Helena Bonham Carter

From: Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (2007)

Written by Stephen Sondheim and Hugh Wheeler


Lyrics: “Nothing’s gonna hurt you” replaced with “Papa, can you hear me?

“Papa Can You Hear Me?”

Barbra Streisand

From: “Yentl” (1983)

Written by Michel Legrand

I should mention that I’ve never seen Yentl in my life, but it occurs to me that Barbra Streisand has performed both of the above songs. Problem is that I don’t listen to Barbra Streisand. Ever.