Madame X (madame_x) wrote, @ 2004-09-21 14:11:00

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).

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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