Wading in the Velvet Sea

I had to be free. Had to be free. It's all that I wanted. I wanted to see. Wanted to be alone if I needed. I had to be free. Had to be free, from feelings that haunted. I wanted to see. Wanted to be, free.

Who's that girl? (classic...)

Oh where is my hairbrush?
Oh where is my hairbrush?
Oh where oh where oh where oh where oh where oh where oh whee-eh-eh-eh-ehh-eh-eh-eh-ere?
My little hairbrush!

WHHHHHHHHyyyy should I care?

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?

One car ride to the bank moments ago yielded two questions:

Can you look me in the eye and tell me that you're happy now? (oo-oo-oo-ooooo)

Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?

damn! I had this open for a while trying to think of something good.

Iiiiiiiiiiiii, have become....comfortably numb.

All alone is all we are

Who wants to live forever?

Everybody hurts. Sometimes.

I'll walk right out into a brand new day
insane and rising in my own weird way
I don't want to be the bad guy

Where do we go from here?
The words are comin' out all weird
Where are you now when I need you?

What is this feeling taking over?

Thinking the world could open a door...

Is it me, for a moment?

Why do birds suddenly appear
Every time you are near?

All in all it's just another brick in the wall

What have I done?
What have I done?
How could I be so blind?
All is lost, where was I?

Oh I won't back down. No I won't back down. You can stand me up at the gates of Hell, but I won't back down.

I have various avian qualities, to wit, my propensity for flight, my inability to know where my domicile is located and, further, and my uncertainty as to the state and location of my spiritual component.

Queries. Lyrical queries.

And I'm happy you're like a bird, Tim.

Dude, you let "All in all it's just another brick in the wall" go by. I thought the gate was open.

Also, if there's a question mark in "I had to be free. Had to be free. It's all that I wanted. I wanted to see. Wanted to be alone if I needed. I had to be free. Had to be free, from feelings that haunted. I wanted to see. Wanted to be, free" then I must have missed it. Perhaps it's in inviso-text.

Wasn't directed at you in particular. Just hoped it would self-correct. Oh well.

I'm still at work. Kill me. Someone.

There will be no doubting the lyrics of Sarah Brightman!

Does anybody really know what time it is?

Does anybody really care?

Is there anybody in there?

There's a battle ahead, many battles are lost
But you'll never see the end of the road
While you're travelling with me

Why don't we do it in the road?

Give it up to me....Give it up to me....
Do you want to be my angel?

Once there was this boy who's parents made him go home directly after school.

If you wanna be my lover, you have to get with my friends.

OK, who wants to parse that Spice Girls lyric? Cuz really, English Departments around the country are stunned. It's a tie between that and the chorus for "I Want It That Way" for "most f#cked up pop song lyric ever".

Oh God, Ryan...that entails thinking of ALL the lyrics!! Maybe that should be tomorrow's post!! Can anyone define zig a zig a zag?

Depends on the context.

I wanna, I wanna ziggaziggazag.

How's that for context?

That makes it all clear....

How about "dawgida dawg a dangy dang diggy diggy diggy"

I need a context.

Here is one.

http://www.ryan-mcgee.com/blog/archives/000333.html#000333

To be like Emily,
Out of sight and really free.

What have you done for me lately? Oooooooh yeah.

I wanna go home, I wanna go home.
This is the worst trip I've ever been on.
(I've developed a nasty cough)

I touch the fire and it freezes me
I look into it and its black

And I will walk through the fire, the point of no return...and I will walk through the fire and let it BURNNNN let it BURRNNNNN

Face it, dude. Queries are dead. Declarative statements... that's where it's at. Declarative statements are the new black. Queries are the new paisley.

Also, hang in there Diana. You're the queen of the county fair, remember?

This is the room the start of it all. . . where will it end?

Why don't we get drunk and screw?

Jen will agree with me on this one:

NO QUOTING JIMMY BUFFET SONGS!!!!!

Who's gonna ride your wild horses? Who's gonna drown in your blue sea? Who's gonna ride your wild horses? Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee?

Sit down. Stand up.

You killed the pair
Now only one is breathing
There's no looking back
This time I mean it
Are you happy now?
How is it now?
Are you happy now?
Are you happy?

Happiness is a warm gun.

Is a dream a lie if it don't come true,
Or is it something worse?

Hey now, hey now.
Don't dream it's over,

Where have all the cowboys gone? Where have all the flowers gone? Where are the clowns?

Hint: They're not in Nashville.

Gone to graveyards every one.
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

I love you like a fat kid loves cake.

When you gonna make up your mind? When you gonna love you as much as I do? When you gonna make up your mind? 'Cause things are gonna change so fast. All the white horses are still in bed. I tell you that I always want you near. You say that things change, my dear.

But I did it all for the cookie! (mmm) The cookie! (mmm) The cookie! (mmm)
So me can take that cookie and stick it in my YUM! stick it in my YUM! stick it in my YUM!

It takes so long, why did we wait so long to give me cookie?
Hmmmm me got me cookie in me fur.
It is blue, make me purr.
Me so hungry. Does Elmo hand me cookie?
Does Gordon hand me cookie? Who has got me cookie?

Why don't we get drunk and screw?

So, so you think you can tell... heaven from hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field,
from the cold steal rain a smile from a veil...
Do you think you can tell?

And, really the whole song is just one big question. Screw declarative statements. What do I win?

So, apparently -- according to ryan -- the only thing that defines a statement as a question is a question mark. In that case:
de doo doo doo, de da da da?