“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

1981

Business as Usual

Africa

Toto

1982

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

2010

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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“hard to be soft, tough to be tender… come take my pulse, the pace is on a runaway train”

Help I’m Alive

Metric

2008

Fantasies

“i won’t let you turn around and tell me now i’m much too proud; all you do is fill me up with doubt.”

Bulletproof

La Roux

2009

La Roux

Basically, THE sickest remix. Possibly ever.

TWO-PART VIDEO EXTRAVAGANZA!

(aka the perfect beginning to my four-day weekend)

“Mashed Potatoes”

KeVinMADe

between 2006 and 2010

Mashed up from:

Tootsie Roll commercial (1984)

Monster Hospital by Metric (2006)

Overnight Celebrity by Twista ft. Kanye West (2004)

Cause I Love You by Lenny Williams (1978)

Hustlin’ by Rick Ross (2006)

Neva Eva (Get On My Level) by Lil Scrappy & Trillville ft. Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz (2004)

Human After All by Daft Punk (2005)

Still Tippin’ by Mike Jones (2004)

In Between Days by The Cure (1985)

I know there’s more in there (especially under Metric towards the beginning, and maybe a couple minutes of Scatman John? Help me out!!

If I don’t have a posting up for the next couple days, I will have three days worth of songs posted by Sunday night.

Have a great weekend!

Set some shit on fire!

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“sometimes i feel i’ve got to… run away…”

Tainted Love

Soft Cell

1981

Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret

I used to write the lyrics in the margins of all my notes in middle school and high school. Besides expressing my angsty teenage ego, I’m not sure why I did that.