From the mouths of...er...well...

Got home tonight, drunk off my ass. Yeah, yeah, nothing new to report there, BUT! I bought some shit from the 1st floor store and met a guy at the elevator. Young, healthy westerner (if he was 22 I'm George Washington!) with his hair in dreads, Feeeling socialable I naturally asked, "What's up?'

He responded, "I'm going to have a beer with my martial arts instructer."

To which I responded, "Well, I'm off to destroy myself."

I thought, well, to each his own. I got beer and ice cream. I'm set!


Song of the day:

Wall Of Voodoo: Mexican Radio

I feel a hot wind on my shoulder
and the touch of a world that is older
I turn the switch and check the number
I leave it on when in bed I slumber

I hear the rhythms of the music
I buy the product and never use it
I hear the talking of the DJ
Can't understand, just what does he say?

I'm on a Mexican radio
I'm on a Mexican, waah ooo, radio

I dial it in and tune the station
They talk about the U.S. inflation
I understand just a little
No comprende - it's a riddle

I'm on a Mexican radio
On a Mexican waah ooo, radio

I wish I was in Tiajuana
eating barbequed iguana
I take requests on the telephone
I'm on a wavelength far from home

I feel a hot wind on my shoulder
I dial it in from the south of the border
I hear the talking of the DJ
Can't understand, just what does he say?

I'm on a Mexican radio
I'm on a Mexican waah ooh, radio

Radio

What does he say?

or maybe this

Warrior Soul - Losers

Have you ever wanted
To be someone you're not
But you look into the world
And you see what you've got
There's nothing there
But brains and guts

Finally open the door
And then it shuts
Look to the center
And I think you'll find
The people that are gettin
'They are blind

You changed the channel
And there's nothing there
You weren't born pretty
And it isn't fair...

Here's to the losers
The substance abusers
To the rejects
All the imperfects
'Cause I think we're beautiful
'Cause I think we're beautifu
l'Cause I think we're beautiful
No matter what anyone says
I think we're beautiful
Them most beautiful

In the world
You try for jobs
But they say you're strange
You're sportin' a style
That they call pain
So you get in trouble
And your brain is gone
You're cryin' out man
But the words are wrong

Here's to the losers
The substance abusers
To the rejects
All the imperfects
'Cause I think we're beautiful
'Cause I think we're beautiful
'Cause I think we're beautifu
lNo matter what anyone says
I think we're beautiful
Them most beautiful In the world

I know you're tired
Of being put down
And all the crap that's said in town
But you're the person that matters most
I raise my glass, and make a toast

This one's for the losers
Substance abusers
To the rejects
All the imperfects
To the retarded
And the broken-hearted
To the starving massses
And the lower classes
'Cause I think we're beautiful

'Cause I think we're beautiful
'Cause I think we're beautiful
No matter what anyone else says
I think we're beautiful