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Madame X (madame_x) wrote,
@ 2004-09-21 14:11:00
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    I am notorious, in the whorls of that mysterious contraption commonly referred to as my brain, for creating numerous online journals for various, seemingly unimportant purposes. For example, this one was created because I no longer have access at work to my online journal of choice, Livejournal. Within Livejournal I have at least three separate online blogs; one for regular use, one for private use, and one for noting down the songs stuck in my head - this last one contains nothing but song lyrics. Any song lyrics. From Placebo to Christian Death to Sir Mixalot, it is a veritable wasteland of music.

    Since I don't have access to this blog, I am going to treat Blurtyland to a song here and now.

    It's called "Like a Friend", and it was graciously birthed by none other than the fabulous Jarvis Cocker (of Pulp fame).


    Don't bother saying you're sorry
    Why don't you come in,
    smoke all my cigarettes again
    Every time, I get no further
    How long has it been?
    Come on in now, wipe your feet on my dreams
    You take up my time
    like some cheap magazine
    When I could have been learning something
    Oh well, you know what I mean
    Oh, I've done this before
    And I will do it again
    Come on and kill me, baby
    while you smile like a friend
    Oh, and I'll come running
    Just to do it again

    You are the last drink I never should have drunk
    You are the body hidden in the trunk
    You are the habit I can't seem to kick
    You are my secrets on the front page every week
    You are the car I never should have bought
    You are the dream I never should have caught
    You are the cut that makes me hide my face
    You are the party that makes me feel my age

    Like a car crash I can see, but I just can't avoid
    Like a plane I've been told I never should board
    Like a film that's so bad, but I've got to stay till the end
    Let me tell you now: it's lucky for you that we're friends

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