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Hey, man, what are you really into, huh?

The elusive butterfly has just tip-toed past my door.
My buddy likes the Yankees; she says "Hey, T-Bone, what's the score?"
And I say, "Well, Reggie got 1 in 1 in 3, and 25 is 6 to 4."
Is the left-wing really pinko? Colonel Sanders, what a bore!
You ask so many questions, what answers should I choose?
Is this schizoid paranoia, or just existential blues?

The amenities of life have been chasing my soul,
And my mind is transcendental, and I'm losing all control,
And I'm sinking in the quagmire of illusions and Thoreau,
I cry out, "My name is T-Bone!" as a hound dog digs a hole.
You ask so many questions, what answers should I choose?
Is this Plato's heebie-jeebies, or just existential blues?

Sailing, sailing, what is 'lusion? What is tru-ue?
Sailing, sailing, over the existential blues.
God bless America, and Old Glory too!
May she always wave o'er us with the red, white, and existential
blues!
Hey, ba-ba-de-ba-ba-da-ba-da-da,
Ba-de-bom-ba-de-bom--ba-ding-a-ding-ding ding-existential blues.
Hey, you can do what you want but lay off my existential blues!
My blue suede existential blues!

[Spoken:]
I was on a quest!
To dream the impossible dream.
Walking down the road one day, doo-dah, doo-dah,
I was walking down the road, I was looking for the truth of life,
When I came across all these little people, little people
Little people all around me.
They looked up at me and said, "Hey, mister, are you tall?"
I said, "Yes, I'm tall, but who are you weird little whiners?"
And they looked up at me with their big, red, bloodshot eyes and
said:

We are the lollipop kids, the lollipop kids,
The lollipop kids.
We are the lollipop kids!
And we'd like to welcome you to Munchkinland!

I said, "Hey! Hey, weird little whiners, I am on a quest
To dream the impossible dream.
Walking down the road one day, doo-dah, doo-dah,
I said, "Hey kids, I'm looking for the truth of life.
Where do I go, who do I see?"
They said, "Slow down, mister, in order to find the truth of life,
one must see THE WIZARD!"
I said, "THE WIZARD? Well, where does this wizard, old wise one,
live?"
They said, "You see the big, green, glow-in-the-dark house up on the
hill?"
I said, "Yes, I see the big, green, glow-in-the-dark house up on the
hill.
There's a big, dark forest between me and the big, green,
glow-in-the-dark house up on the hill.
And a little old lady on a Hoover vacuum cleaner going
'I'll get you, my little pretty, and your little dog, Toto, too!'.
I don't even have a little dog, Toto."

Such predicaments, I must forge ahead!
To dream the impossible dream.
Walking down the road one day, doo-dah, doo-dah.
I must find the truth of life.
I said, "But you know, kids, I can handle a big, green, glow-in-the-
dark house
up on the hill, I can handle a darn forest, I can handle the little
old lady,
But that's a very strange road you're sending me down!
I've seen yellow stripes in the middle of a road before, but kids,
uh, never quite that wide!"
All right, tighten your shorts pilgrim, and sing like da Duke.

Follow the yellow brick road (Come on)
Follow the yellow brick road (Everybody sing)
Follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow the yellow brick road
If ever a wonderful wiz there was,
The Wizard of Oz is one because,
Because, because, because, because, because,
Because of the wonderful things he does!
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, ha-ha!
We're off to see the wizard,
The wonderful Wizard of Oz!

Wellllll, I got a little bit tired of
Walking down the road one day, doo-dah, doo-dah.
I got a little bit tired of walking down this old blinding yellow
road,
So pulled my little tired old body off to a little rest area
And lo and behold there's a little field of little red flowers out
there,
And they, heh, smelled so good. Whoa.
I was gettin' pretty tired and they smelled so good, and I
Figured, well, I'll just stretch out in this little field of

POPPIES! POPPIES! POPPIES! poppies!
(Cough)
Hey, what a strange dream, man!
The little flowers, they smell awfully good, and I was pretty tired.
The old wizard's just gonna have to wait, man, because I'm just gonna
Stretch out again in the little field of

POPPIES! POPPIES! POPPIES!
OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!
Dorothy! Dorothy! Dorothy!
(SNIFFFFFFF)
DOROTHY! DOROTHY! DOROTHY!
....confidence in herself, man.
Along came this old man in a green El Dorado II, screeched to a halt,
A little short man with a big red nose
Toking a bottle of Yukon Jack
Strolled up to me and said, "Hey, son."
I said, "Oh man, don't bother me. POPPIES, MMMMMMMMM!"
He said, "T-Bone!"
I said, "Wait a minute, this old man knows my name, he must be
THE WIZARD!"

He must be the Wizard,
The Wizard of Oz.
Why have you come to haunt me?
Oh, Wizard of Oz.

I said, "Oh, Wizard, old wise one, I have been on a quest
To dream the impossible dream
Walking down the road one day, doo-dah, doo-dah
And I met these little people
We are the lollipop kids, the lollipop kids, the lollipop kids,
Follow the yellow brick road
Follow, follow, follow
I got tired
POPPIES! POPPIES!
Little old man, I've been through hell!"
He said, "Hey, son, slow down, relax."
I said, "But, wizard, old wise one, I have come so far to find
the truth of life!"
He says, "Hey, son, slow down, relax."
He said, "To tell you the truth, son..."
I said, "Wizard, that's what I've come to find is the truth."
He said, "No, no, no, son, you've got me all wrong. Heh heh.
To tell you the truth, son...uh...how can I tell you this? Uh...
I've been in this field of poppies a long time myself, and I've come
to find, son, that the only truth in life is right here in this
bottle."
I said, "Wizard!"
He said, "No, truly, son. In fact, I'd rather have this bottle in
front of me than A FRONTAL LOBOTOMY!"
How profound, Wizard!

Some girl with psychic power, she said, "T-Bone, what's your sign?"
I blink and answer, "Neon!" I thought I'd blow her mind.
She's reading Moby Dick by some fruitcake named Herman,
She's chomping on a knockwurst, was the duchess really German?
You ask so many questions, what answers should I choose?
Is this really Butte, Montana, or just existential blues?

Really Butte, Montana?
Is this Plato's heebie-jeebies?
Is this schizoid paranoia?

(Star Trek-like sound effects)

La-la-la-la-la-la-la, existential blu-uu-uuuuu-ues!

for a Friday song, but I had it stuck in my head anyway, and then y'all started talking about the Wizard of Oz, so.

GALINDA: Dearest darlingest Momsie and Popsical...

ELPHABA: My dear Father...

BOTH: There's been some confusion
Over Rooming here at Shiz...

ELPHABA: But of course, I'll care for Nessa...

GALINDA: But of course, I'll rise above it...

BOTH: For I know that's how you'd want me to respond
Yes, there's been some confusion
For you see, my room-mate is...

GALINDA: Unusually and exceedingly peculiar
And altogether quite impossible to describe...

ELPHABA: Blonde.

GALINDA: What is this feeling
So sudden and new?

ELPHABA: I felt the moment
I laid eyes on you...

GALINDA: My pulse is rushing...

ELPHABA: My head is reeling...

GALINDA: My face is flushing...

BOTH: What is this feeling?
Fervid as a flame
Does it have a name?
Yes!:
Loathing
Unadulterated loathing...

GALINDA: For your face...

ELPHABA: Your voice...

GALINDA: Your clothing...

BOTH: Let's just say--I loathe it all!
Ev'ry little trait, however small
Makes my very flesh begin to crawl
With simple utter loathing
There's a strange exhilaration
In such total detestation
It's so pure! So strong!
Though I do admit it came on fast
Still I do believe that it can last
And I will be loathing
Loathing you
My whole life long!


Eh...that's enough, I guess.

this is one of the scariest things I've seen in a very long time.

Hey, kewl! I didn't know you could link pics in here!

I'm pretty fond of Presidents of the United States of America, Modest Mouse, and Audioslave. Not to mention old faves like The Offspring, Nat King Cole, the Beatles, Glenn Miller. The list goes on and on.

I love Justin Timberlake, Beyonce, P-Diddy...hee! Totally kidding.
...although I have been known to break out in dance when certain songs are heard...

Has anyone mentioned the Doors yet? Because they need mentioned. And one of my all-time favorites, Billie Holiday.

I always think it's a little sad when legitimate bands get any kind of recognition, all of a sudden people start writing them off as sell-outs or posers or something. Since when did fame automatically equal fame-whore? Or maybe it's something like "if everyone else likes them, I'm going to NOT like them, purely on principal."

Which reminds me of Phoebe's pregnancy pants...

And you know, I can't think of the number of times I've called Cebu a bimbo. If you only knew how true... *laugh* Sheesh, Matt, what a weird thing to think was someone's button.

I think maybe she's referring to the usual term bimbo meaning, "simple minded slut", which seems a silly thing to call someone who made a rather big deal out of the fact that she remained a virgin until marriage, a personal choice not everyone would make, sure, but pretty rock solid on that point, unlike a certain other blonde chickie singer. And the assumption that if she's blonde with large breasts and "hips" (if those are big hips, sign me up!), then clearly she's a ...what's the other word that reminds me of bimbo? Oh,yes, "floozy". Heh.
Now, her singing style frightens me--I think she could swallow an entire child by the dislocation powers of her enormous jaw, but when she's not singing she's pretty. Also, not knowing much about her or having ever watched her shows, she's probably a ditz, but she's got to have some intelligence--she's got more money that I would venture most people on this board have combined, and she didn't inherit.

Okay, on rereading, (I should do that more often), I think her initial point was, "Big hips? BWAH!! You poor boy, to have such bizarrely house of mirrors eyesight." So perhaps I have more issues with corresponding statements than Cebu does. Rant away at me! (I love having something beside politics and religion to debate).

I feel strangely dirty defending Jessica Simpson. I'm not sure how that started. Next I'll be defending Nikki McKibbin.

And b.) I believe Cebu was joking in followup. Ha. Ha. Silly being. O Matt of my heart. :)

I love Mike!

Jessica might be a bimbo but she is very talented and can actually hold a note. Which in today's day and age is very impressive.