Dead Roach, Day 10
It's looking healthier today. Not that it cares, I suppose. I mean, what could he possibly want for now?
Which brings me to the musical motif du jour
If you have never heard The Roches (yes, pronounced roaches) you might want to give them a listen. Especially good for when you're a woman and you're just kinda mad because, after all, you're just a woman. Who really cares?
Looks like they'll be doing a little thing with Paul Simon later this month. I'd totally like to see that. The commute would kill me, though. So, in their honor, in Paul Simon's honor, in my honor, in the honor of every woman who has just had it up to here and, in memory of the Dead Roach, I give you:
Want Not Want Not
(by Suzzy and Terre Roche)
Want not want not want not
You can take my house away I don't care
You can take my job away I don't care
You can make my money I don't care
Might as well make my boyfriend I don't care
Want not want not want not
You can take my picture I don't care
You can have my attitude I don't care
The limousine I never ride in I don't care
Go ahead fix my wagon I don't care
Want not want not want not
I wish there was a true love
I wish there was a great art
I wish there always was enough
But I'd not want if I were smart
Want not want not want not
Holy mackerel isn't that Schneeschnaw over there
She's got my face on she's got my hair
She took what I had my cupboard bare
It's want she wanted I don't care
How much you got
I got three
You'll probably take it away from me
I seen what happens you'll be sorry
You'll get what I got don't worry
Want not want not want not
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1 comment:
mmm, how long before the roach dries up and blows away do you suppose?
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