First off, I'd like to say the playlist I was listening to at the moment I stumbled on this was largely instrumental/techno, but here goes:
1. In sleep he sang to me/ In dreams he came/ That voice which calls to me/ And speaks my name
2. If I were a lawyer I would argue for the right to kiss you passionately/ And I were a teacher I would rewrite history so that you'd end up with me
3. I couldn't find the words to say I needed some.
4. Rolling in my 5.0/ Ragtop down so my hair can blow
5. If I am her/ I do, I damn her
6. Well, I could sleep forever/ But it's of her I dream
7. Shed your armor, spin your web/ Hypnotize me with the longest thread
8. I find it kind of funny/ I find it kind of sad/ The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
9. In a dramatized study of a man and a women, dreams and fantasies contain a life and a power of their own.
10. Maybe someday I'll be just like you/ And step on people just like you do
11. Firecracker/ Lighting Sea/ It's falling back to me
12. Shine your light now/ This time it's got to be good
13. We wish so hard to be seen/ And dream at night to be heard/ And yet we have nothing to show/ But fool's words and broken dreams
14. We played to win, but no one did.
15. Let's start a war. Start a nuclear war.
16. Tell the sun not to shine/ Not to get up this time (no no)/ Let it fall right away/ But don't leave me where I lay, now
Okay, I'm skipping my real number 17 since it's PURELY instrumental. (For what it's worth, in song number 9, those were the only spoken words). Here's the new number 17:
17. Some of them want to be abused.
18. Rocker to rocker/ Raver to raver/ Turn up the base, why don't you do us all a favor
19. Put me on your rocket ship and take me on a slide
20. Girls collect things. Cut their hair short. Wear shorts and boots. Because it's okay to be a boy. But for a boy to look like a girl is degrading. Because YOU think that BEING a girl is degrading. But, secretly, you'd love to know what it's like, wouldn't you?
So, Libbie decided to buy us - Lisa, Amy, Mel, and I - dinner at Outback.
And then we went bar hopping.
I just went bar hopping, on a Wednesday, with four middle-aged women.
To top it all off, I only drank Roy Rogers (for those who don't know, it's a Shirley Temple with coke instead of sprite) since I felt some need to stay the responsible one (Amy doesn't drink, but Amy also doesn't drive).
Yes, I feel slightly weird.