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I am totally loving this song. It’s from Good Looking Blues (2000) by Laika. You can listen to it via the YouTube clip of the song is at the bottom of this post.

If you receive an e-mail with a subject of badtimes
Delete it immediately without reading it
This is the most dangerous e-mail virus yet
It will re-write your hard disk

Not only that but it will scramble any disks
That are even close to your computer
It will recalibrate your refrigerators coolness setting
So all your ice cream melts

It will demagnetize the strips on all your credit cards
Screw up the tracking on your VCR
And use subspace field harmonics
To render any CD’s you try to play unreadable

It will give your ex-boy/girlfriend your new phone number
It will mix antifreeze into your fish-tank
It will drink all your beer and leave its socks out
On the coffee table when there’s company coming over

It will put a dead kitten in the back pocket of your good suit
And hide your car keys when you are late for work
Badtimes will make you fall in love with a penguin
It will give you nightmares about circus midgets

It will pour sugar in your gas tank and shave off both your eyebrows
While dating your current boy/girlfriend behind your back
And billing the dinner and hotel room to your visa card
It will seduce your grandmother, it does not matter if she is dead

Such is the power of badtimes, it reaches out beyond the grave
To sully those things we hold most dear, it moves your car randomly
Around parking lots so you can’t find it, it will kick your dog
It will leave libidinous messages on your boss’s voice mail in your voice

It is insidious and subtle, it is dangerous and terrifying to behold
It is also a rather interesting shade of mauve
Badtimes will give you Dutch elm disease
It will leave the toilet seat up

It will make a batch of methamphetamine in your bathtub
And then leave bacon cooking on the stove while it goes out
To chase high school kids with your new snowblower
These are just a few of the signs, be very very careful

Written by Guy Fixsen, Margaret Fiedler.

Ok, so I find myself in that dark familiar place that tends to haunt me most winters. And I thought I’d celebrate it with a song.

Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turn my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

“Fools,” said I, “you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said “The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence

~The Sound Of Silence
P. Simon, 1964

Here are the Lyrics:

“I Can’t See Your Face In My Mind”

I can’t see your face in my mind
I can’t see your face in my mind
Carnival dogs
Consume the lines
Can’t see your face in my mindDon’t you cry
Baby, please don’t cry
And don’t look at me
With your eyesI can’t seem to find the right lie
I can’t seem to find the right lie
Insanity’s horse
Adorns the sky
Can’t seem to find the right lie

Carnival dogs
Consume the lines
Can’t see your face in my mind

Don’t you cry
Baby, please don’t cry
I won’t need your picture
Until we say goodbye

The Plumber Dude
Christmas


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