Really.
Can't get her off of my mind, so I'm trying to work up some anger/indignation.
Luckily, as I was looking up some appropriate music for duel celebration of Repeal Day and Zappadan, I came across this little gem. I'd never seen this cover.
Let's just say, the lyrics speak to me.
And Damn!! Frank Zappa can play the shit out of the guitar.
But then, you knew that didn't you.
Whippin' Post
I been run down, I been lied to,
I dont know why I let that mean woman make me a fool.
She took all my money, wrecked my new car.
Now shes with one of my goodtime buddies,
Theyre drinkin in some crosstown bar.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, I feel like Im dyin.
My friends tell me, that Ive been such a fool,
And I have to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin you.
Drown myself in sorrow, and I look at what youve down.
But nothin seems to change, the bad times stay the same,
And I cant run.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, I feel like Im dyin.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, I feel like Im dyin.
I been run down, I been lied to,
I dont know why I let that mean woman make me a fool.
She took all my money, wrecked my new car.
Now shes with one of my goodtime buddies,
Theyre drinkin in some crosstown bar.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, I feel like Im dyin.
My friends tell me, that Ive been such a fool,
And I have to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin you.
Drown myself in sorrow, and I look at what youve down.
But nothin seems to change, the bad times stay the same,
And I cant run.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, I feel like Im dyin.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, I feel like Im dyin.
8 comments:
Dude- you need to listen to the break up song by the postal service. i can't remember the name right now, but yeah.
Oh and anything bitter by the magnetic fields.
I'll look for it.
Oh God!!
That was me the last four (or is it five?) times.
i can't go back there, I can't.
Full disclosure coming to a Blog near you soon.
It's nothing better- that's the song
"Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures"
And while I'm on a roll (and at my own computer instead of work)
magnetic Fields- I don't believe you
"Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures"
Touchee'
I know. It's the dreams that are starting to fuck me up again.
Damn- I hate it when your own brain betrays you with sucky dreams.
BTW- this post inspired a post at my pink place about break up songs.
I'll check it out.
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