Day: December 9, 2005

See, this is why I didn’t go to my office holiday party this evening.

But was there ever really a time when the Xerox machine — that perfidious usurper of the music industry’s potential income — was such a novel, newfangled contraption that “photocopying one’s bare buttocks” on it was the height of drunken office fraternization? Has any drunk, outside of a 1950s movie or television show, ever actually worn a lampshade to the delight of his co-workers or friends?

Once again, the Friday Random Guess 10:

  1. “The city’s aflood, and our love turns to rust”
    “Where the Streets Have No Name” by U2, guessed by Kim
  2. “Let me tell you every thought that I’ve come to”
    “Genetic” by Sonic Youth, guessed by Eric
  3. “Sometimes I think of my baby in Michigan.”
    “The Road” by Tenacious D, guessed by Kim and John
  4. “Can you raise both your hands and clap ’em?”
    “Mickey Mouse” by Sparks, guessed by Eric
  5. “I looked into you eyes and I could see that National Health eyeball”
    “You’ll Be Mine” by the Beatles, guessed by Kim
  6. “It’s a figure of speech when some artists start to teach”
    “Hear No Bullshit” by Chumbawamba featuring Credit to the Nation, guessed by Eric
  7. “You know I took some lumps when the Mighty Case struck out”
    “Centerfield” by John Fogerty, guessed by Betty
  8. “Understand we’ll go hand-in-hand, but we’ll walk alone in fear.”
    “Where Do We Go From Here?” by the cast of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, guessed by Betty
  9. “My bags are waiting in the next life”
    “Readymade” by Beck, guessed by Kim
  10. “Yellow lorry slow, nowhere to go”
    “You Never Give Me Your Money” by the Beatles, guessed by Glen

There’s just two left from last week’s lyrics, and that’s #1 (“Sinaloa Cowboys” by Bruce Springsteen) and #7 (“Old Flames Can’t Hold a Candle to You” by Dolly Parton).

Incidentally, if the music industry has its way, this whole thing could get a little tougher to do every week. Lyrics I don’t already know or can’t easily understand probably wouldn’t make the cut. Apparently, a number of record labels don’t want you to know what their artists are singing about — unless, of course, you buy books of guitar tabs or sheet music from them directly. (Which makes me wonder, then, why they don’t make those books more readily available for purchase or download. And hey, what about all those thieving musicians who put copyrighted lyrics up on their own websites?! Somebody in management needs to start crackin’ that whip a little more often, methinks.)

Anyway, best of luck guessing this week’s lyrics.

I had Chinese food for dinner last night, and the fortune in my cookie said, “Reconcile with an old friend. All has been forgotten.”

Not forgiven, mind. Just forgotten.

“That old friend probably won’t even remember who you are anyway, so what’s the harm in reconciling?”