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if I were a song, I would want to be...

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"Musicbox" by Regina Spektor.

But I don't know if I'm quirky enough.  I think I need to develop a few more eccentricities to qualify for that song.

Maybe if I were a song I could be "Crazy Train" by Ozzy Osborne.  Mostly just for the title's sake and the line, "I'm going off the rails of the crazy train."

If Husband wanted to describe me by song he would probably pick, "Short Skirt/Long Jacket" by Cake when really I'm more like, "Fat Bottom Girls" by Queen.  (But don't listen too closely to those lyrics....man were those guys screwed up.)

But that's ok, because if I were to describe Husband with a song it would have to be "White and Nerdy" by Weird Al Yankovic.

And if my blog were a song, it would be "Basket Case" by Green Day.  'Cause you know it starts out: "Do you have the time, to listen to me whine...."

Hey look, a conveniently located playlist with all the songs I mentioned (except not in the right order - we wouldn't want things to be TOO convenient.)  And I even added one of my all time favorite songs to it, "The Hall of the Mountain King" by Apocalyptica.  (I hadn't heard it for a really long time, and then I found and added it to my personal playlist .  When I turned up my speakers and heard it again after so long it brought tears to my eyes.  I'm not joking.  I think I might be sort of emotionally odd.  maybe?)


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LisAway said…
I can't get the music to play, but that's okay because I already can't get "Basketcase" out of my mind. I can't believe I've never thought of a song for my life. Time to start thinking!
6.4.10
Barbaloot said…
I don't think I could pick a song that describes me. I'd want to pick songs I just really like---that probly have nothing to do with me:)
6.4.10
Emmy said…
I love Cake!
I don't know songs well enough, or can never remember the names of songs I like to do something like this :)
6.4.10
Alison Wonderland said…
Love "Basket Case" every time it comes on (on Pandora which I have playing in the kitchen at all times) I turn it WAY up and dance around ignoring my children. They may not be as big of fans of the song as I am.
6.4.10
mE said…
Ahh Melissa, I just LOVE your posts! Thank you for this GREAT playlist today :)

Inky Smiles!~
Erin
8.4.10
prashant said…
I just really like---that probly have nothing to do with me:)
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10.4.10
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