Someone just kill me and get it over with.

[eyesroll]

(The stupid morning news show used this as bumper music. Grr.)

Goodbye to you, my trusted friend.
We've known each other since we're nine or ten.
Together we climbed hills or trees.
Learned of love and ABC's,
skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.
Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die,
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Pretty girls are everywhere.
When you see them I'll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the hills that we climbed
were just seasons out of time.
Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me,
I was the black sheep of the family.
You tried to teach me right from wrong.
Too much wine and too much song,
wonder how I get along.
Goodbye, Papa, it's hard to die
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Little children everywhere.
When you see them I'll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the wine and the song,
like the seasons, all have gone.
Goodbye, Michelle, my little one.
You gave me love and helped me find the sun.
And every time that I was down
you would always come around
and get my feet back on the ground.
Goodbye, Michelle, it's hard to die
when all the bird are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
With the flowers ev'rywhere.
I whish that we could both be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the stars we could reach
were just starfishs on the beach

[bicentennial_baby]

1. Hugs for you

:hug:

[Magrittes Pipe]

2. Ha ha!

:D

[eyesroll]

3. What the hell is it with "starfish" songs?

Worst. Earworms. Ever.

[Magrittes Pipe]

4. You mean like "Pull up to the Bumper?"

:shrug:

[eyesroll]

5. Um. No.

...it's gonna be all right... yeah, the worst is over now...

[Magrittes Pipe]

6. That song is about anal sex?

I never woulda thunk it. :shrug:

[Beware the Beast Man]

7. We had joy, we had fun,

we had penis in your bum? :shrug:

[Magrittes Pipe]

8. Dammit! I thought that was our little secret!

:cry:

[eyesroll]

9. AAAARRRGGHH.

:spank:

[Beware the Beast Man]

10. The only thing worse than an earworm

Is a song parody earworm :evilgrin: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

[short bus president]

11. Hey guys

any room here for another heartbroken Lounger?

I can't give you any earworms any of y'all are likely to appreciate, but I do have some exquisitely painful lyrics from one of those "plinky stinky hippie songs" I've shunned for too long:

"Fare you well, fare you well. I love you more than words can tell. Listen to the river sing sweet songs, to rock my soul."

Oy. I feel like one of the South Park goth kids with the dark and the pain and the blackness of my soul. Except that they're far too cool to grieve to the Grateful Dead. :cry:

[Magrittes Pipe]

12. The Dead just make everything worse.

The entirety of Sabbath's Master of Reality set to repeat, played all day long, is a much better choice.

[short bus president]

13. that might feel a little better than

Johnny Cash's remake of "hurt," huh? But dammit, I've always been the kind to wallow in self pity for too long.

For a few minutes last night, "Hey Ya" made me feel a bit better. Now THAT'S obnoxious. Best song of the past year in the popular pablum genre, though.

So why are we so in denial when we know we're not happy here? There must be some alternative to denial besides feeling like raw zombie ass on a pointy unlubed stick...

[slappypan]

14. "Le moribond" (the dying man) by Jacques Brel

The original is a great song in French by Jacques Brel! Very dark and cynical, the narrator talks about he partied his life away, and how his friend is going to sleep with his wife after he dies! No "starfish on the beach" or "seasons out of time". Rod McKuen "translated" Brel's song and made it sentimental nonsense noises.

[ProfessorGAC]

15. And You Just Had To Bring It Up, Didn't You?

Terry Jacks. Sheesh! And people actually liked this stuff. Go figure. If this gets stuck in my head, i will just have to hold a grudge.
The Professor