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Not Prince Hamlet

"Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse."

Righting the Ship

Saturday, November 26, 2005

I spent a combined 17 hours in a car over the Thanksgiving holiday, commuting from Kansas City to Chicago. During that time I did, yes, listen to the Kelly Clarkson cd; but I also during that time listened to another cd, a new cd, one that undoes any and all damage done by "Breakaway": Picaresque (hat tip: Jeff and Jonas) .

It is the broccoli to my skittles, the steak to my cheese puffs, the water to my soda. It is pure, it is chewy, it is goooooooooooood.

All merits of "Since U Been Gone" aside, The Decemberists convinced me of my folly halfway through the first of no-less-than-seven listens with this line: "for a tryst in the greenery/ I gave you documents and microfilm too."

There's simply no way that "how can I put it?/you put me on/I even fell for that stupid love song" can hold a candle to "find him, bind him/tie him to a pole and break his fingers/to splinters."

I have seen the light.
posted by Not Prince Hamlet, 7:53 PM


I just thought of one:

"And I said/what about/breakfast at Tiffany's?"

Which would obviously be the cheese puff to the steak of:

"Tell her not to go"

i think I could still bang out the chords to both of those for you if you want.
commented by Blogger landon, 5:46 PM  
Or what about this:

"I never realized just how stupid I was/until I met you."

Bang those chords, cowboy.
commented by Blogger Rocky, 7:12 PM  
that's right, little doggie, "you helped me realize/that I'm not as smart as you say that I think that I am."

Oh, you. Giving me blasts from the past. I always new I could count on you.
commented by Blogger landon, 10:11 AM  

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