Sunday, October 30, 2005

Ode to Sandra Dee

Just watched 'Grease" after many, many years and a flood of memories came rolling in. Namely, Olivia Newton John, my first love at five years old. When Sandy sings 'Hopelessly Devoted To You', I freeze in place, the hairs on my neck stand up, and my palms start to sweat. I could be walking across a busy intersection, and at the first note of that haunting slide guitar (normally a reviled instrument), I would stand there and probably be somersaulted over an eighteen wheeler. Just like when Pavlov's pup heard the dinner bell (what was that dog's real name?), my ears perk up and millions of years of instincts kick in, telling me: "WHATTA WOMAN!" What is it about Sandy and that song?
I challenge anyone reading this (that's funny) to find an equal to ONJ in this day and age. Smoking hot with a touch of innocence. Able to sing and rollerskate at the same time?! C'mon! They just don't exist! Cameron Diaz? She wire fights! Charleze Theron? Can only rollerblade! Scarlett Johansen? She doesn't even...okay, well maybe.
Justin had fun writing this at 5:13 PM 6 comments

Friday, October 21, 2005

TPS Reports Didn't Get Filed Today

Erin and I are writing songs together again after so
many years. This time, to celebrate the release of
the new Depeche Mode album, we've gone back to the
'Violator' days and rewritten the lyrics to 'Halo'.
It's basically a dear John letter to the cheeses
that have been a part of our lives...

Halo
by Depeche Mode
re-written as
Head Cheese
by Justin and Erin

VERSE I
You eat cheese
Like a man that's been possessed
Like a Gouda that’s gone bad

If you please
We can face down our temptress
Some whipped cheese in a can

CHORUS
And our cheeses falls apart
Like a can of parmesan
You know that you can shake it
On spaghetti that's been bakin'

And our cheeses fall apart
Like bleu crumbled over salad
A sprinkle makes it tasty
Eat slow don't be hasty!

VERSE II
Alpine Swiss
In a package that is ripped
That is slowly getting old

Wrap it up
In a cellophane kiss
And please don't eat the mold

CHORUS
And our cheeses fall apart
When the zip-pack's left open
And a tinge of green is noticed
Like a fart cloud in the wind

And our cheeses fall apart
Asiago as a spread
You pray for your two favorites
Be it Goat or be it Heaaaaaddd

(remix version)

God
Love
Faith
Cheese
God
Love
Faith
Cheese
Justin had fun writing this at 7:32 AM 0 comments