Everclear takes me back, man...

YAY! Korey says my box package came today, which is about right from what the post office said. Colorful toque, orange-and-black scarf, black mittens, two pounds of candy conversation hearts, Valentine's Day card with note, plus the THAILAND shirt for his cousin's wife - I'm glad it got there! He'd better not have read the letter yet since Cory is apparently still over there. Thinks I'm geeky - not really, since it's just Facebook quizzes! :P

Julie709 reminded me of this song. Wish I could listen to the CD it's on (So Much for the Afterglow), but I can't. That'll be the first thing I do when I get Windows back courtesy of Eric - not "if," but "when." I'm optimistic. :P (also, I need to see Sweeney Todd before it leaves theatres - it hasn't, I hope!) Thanks to Corey, I now have a torrent link to the movie in DVD quality!

HAHAHAHAHA... I love this list of things people have shoved up their butts!


Artist: Everclear
Song: Why I Don't Believe In God

I heard the truth about you
And it doesn't really read at all
Like the whipping stick you raised me with
A scared woman in a private hell
Hushed voice like electric bells
Strange talk about Edgar Casey
And the long lame walk of the dark 70s
Strange talk about Edgar Casey
And the long lame walk of the dark 70s

I heard the truth about you
Yeah, you
Oh mama, they woke me up
I was deep in an idiot sleep
I was just eight years old
Heard big words with a horrible sound
Why'd they have to call my school
Tell me my mother had a nervous breakdown

I wish I believed like you do
Yeah, you
In the myth of a merciful God
In the myth of a heaven and hell
I hear the voices you hear sometimes
Sometimes it gets so much
I feel like letting go
Sometimes it gets so hard
I feel like letting it go
Sometimes it gets so goddamn hard
I feel like letting it all go
Letting it all go, letting it all go
Letting it all go, letting it all go
Yeah, letting it all go

I ran away and went looking for you
Back to Culver City and the old neighborhood
Need to know if you were really gone
Need to know if you were gone for good
I ran through the projects at night
Hide in the dark from my friends in the light
Hide from my brother-in-law
Hide from the things he'd say
Said you weren't losing your mind
He said you just needed a rest
He said you'd be coming home soon
He said the doctors there would know what's best
Said that maybe I could go live with dad for a while

I know the truth about you, I know the truth about you
I know the truth about you, I know the truth
I know the truth, I know the truth, I know the truth
I know the truth about you

Mama, they woke me up, I was just eight years old
Sometimes it gets so hard, I feel like letting it go
Sometimes it gets so hard, I feel like letting it all go
Yeah, letting it all go, letting it all go
Letting it all go
Yeah, letting it all go


Speaking of songs I like, this one gets a nod because it's morbid. :D

Artist: Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
Song: Curse of Millhaven
Album: Murder Ballads

I live in a town called Millhaven
And it's small and it's mean and it's cold
But if you come around just as the sun goes down
You can watch the whole town turn to gold
It's around about then that I used to go a-roaming
Singing La la la la, La la la lie
All God's children, they all gotta die

My name is Loretta, but I prefer Lottie
I'm closing in on my fifteenth year
And if you think you have seen a pair of eyes more green
Then you sure didn't see them around here
My hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing
La la la la, La la la lie
Mama often told me we all got to die

You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven
How last Christmas, Bill Blake's little boy didn't come home
They found him next week in One Mile Creek
His head bashed in and his pockets full of stones
Well, just imagine all the wailing and moaning
La la la la, La la la lie
Even little Billy Blake's boy, he had to die

Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High
Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier
Then next day, the old fool brought little Biko to school
And we all had to watch as he buried her
His eulogy to Biko had all the tears a-flowing
La la la la, La la la lie
Even God's little creatures, they have to die

Our little town fell into a state of shock
A lot of people were saying things that made little sense
Then the next thing you know, the head of Handyman Joe
Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence
Foul play can really get a small town going
La la la la, La la la lie
Even God's children all have to die

Then, in a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs Colgate
Was stabbed, but the job was not complete
The last thing she said before the cops pronounced her dead
Was, "My killer is Loretta and she lives across the street!"
Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning
La la la la, La la la lie
The young ones, the old ones, they all gotta die

Yes, it is I, Lottie. The Curse Of Millhaven
I've struck horror in the heart of this town
Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow
It's more like the other way around
I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming
La la la la, La la la lie
Sooner or later, we all gotta die

Since I was no bigger than a weavil, they've been saying I was evil
That if "bad" was a boot that I'd fit it
That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard lately
O, fuck it! I'm a monster! I admit it!
It makes me so mad, my blood really starts a-going
La la la la, La la la lie
Mama always told me that we all gotta die

Yeah, I drowned the Blakey kid, stabbed Mrs. Colgate, I admit
Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed
But I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school psychos
Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head
I'll sing to the lot, now you got me going
La la la la, La la la lie
All God's children have all gotta die

There were all the others, all our sisters and brothers
You assumed were accidents, best forgotten
Recall the children who broke through the ice on Lake Tahoo?
Everyone assumed the "Warning" signs had followed them to the bottom
Well, they're underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowing
La la la la, La la la lie
Even twenty little children, they had to die

And the fire of '91 that razed the Bella Vista slum
There was the biggest shit-fight this country's ever seen
Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued
All cause of a wee girl with a can of gasoline
Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing
La la la la, La la la lie
Rich man, poor man, all got to die

Well, I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on trial
I was laughing when they took me away
Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah
It ain't home, but you know, it's fucking better than jail
It ain't such a bad old place to have a home in
La la la la, La la la lie
All God's children they all gotta die

Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless Rorschach tests
I keep telling them they're out to get me
They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, "Why of course!
There is so much more I could have done if they'd let me!"
So it's Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy
Singing La la la la, La la la lie
All God's children, they all have to die
La la la la, La la la lie
I'm happy as a lark and everything is fine
Singing La la la la, La la la lie
Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine
Singing La la la la, La la la lie
All God's children, they gotta die