From "Sarah All Over"

two in a row by Apple.

GET GONE
by Fiona Apple

How many times do I have to say
To get away-get gone
Flip your shit past another lasses
Humble dwelling
You got your game, made your shot, and you got away
With a lot, but I'm not turned-on
So put away that meat you're selling

Cuz I do know what's good for me-
And I've done what I could for you
But you're not benefiting, and yet
I'm sitting
Singing again, sing, sing again

How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this
How am I gonna heal from this; he won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out;
I gotta get him out
It's time the truth was out that he don't give a
Shit about me

How many times can it escalate
Till it elevates to a place I can't breathe?
And I must decide, if you must deride
That I'm much obliged to up and go
I'll idealize, then realize that it's no
Sacrifice, because the price is paid, and
There's nothing left to grieve
Fuckin go

Cuz I've done what I could for you, and I do know what's
Good for me and I'm not benefiting, instead
I'm sitting singing again, singing again, singing again,
Sing, sing, sing again

How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this
How am I gonna heal from this; he won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out
It's time the truth was out that he don't give a
Shit about me

sleep to dream

I tell you how I feel but you don't care
I say tell me the truth but you don't dare
You say love is a hell you cannot bear
And I say gimme mine back and then go there for all I care

I got my feet on the ground and I don't go to sleep to dream
You've got your head in the clouds and you're not at all what you seem
This mind, this body and this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways
So don't forget what I told you, don't come around, I got my own hell to raise

I have never been so insulted in all my life
I could swallow the seas to wash down all this pride
First you run like a fool just to be at my side
And now you run like a fool but you just run to hide and I can't abide

I got my feet on the ground and I don't go to sleep to dream
You've got your head in the clouds and you're not at all what you seem
This mind, this body and this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways
So don't forget what I told you, don't come around, I got my own hell to raise

Don't make it a big deal, don't be so sensitive
We're not playing a game anymore
You don't have to be so defensive

Don't you plead me your case, don't bother to explain
Don't even show me your face, 'cause it's a crying shame
Just go back to the rock from under which you came
Take the sorrow you gave and all the stakes you claim
And don't forget the blame

I got my feet on the ground and I don't go to sleep to dream
You've got your head in the clouds and you're not at all what you seem
This mind, this body and this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways
So don't forget what I told you, don't come around, I got my own hell to raise

-Fiona Apple

The Lonely Goat Herder

"High on a hill was a lonely goatherd"

This weekend I drove to Stowe, VT, about an hour north of my new abode in Sharon, VT. The D'Ovidio / Brown clan invited me to the Green Mountain Inn, home of the Whip Bar & Grill...where indeed there is a display case of some pretty interesting antique buggy whips.

Stowe is home to Stowe Ski area on Mt. Mansfield (where I plan to do some snowboarding later this winter), as well as home to the (von) Trapp Family Lodge. As you can imagine there were lots of Sound of Music songs in my head all weekend. The view from the lodge was fantastic, but other than that, it wasn't really that exciting. I did learn that Maria was actually raised as an atheist and socialist, so was not always as devout as I thought.

We also visited the Cabot Cheese Annex in Waterbury (where I purchased Harpoon IPA Beer Cheese and some Smokey Bacon Cheddar--Cabot Cheese rocks!), and stopped by the Ben & Jerry's Factory in Waterbury too.

"Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee hoo"

167

13 down
22 more pounds to go

Start: 180
Finish: 145

Some people like to keep warm in the winter by growing their hair long and putting on a little extra layer of fat, but not me...

New Beginnings

My New Haircut
















TESKO SUICIDE
by the Sneaker Pimps

Phone me and I'll hang up
Sick and tired of being bubble gum chewed up
Dark lane, bleak house shrinking rose, You're over and out
Tie a cherry bootstring, put your candy teeth in
Choking on a sweetheart, hang up, hang up, hang up

Go on girls - solo,
Go on girls - take a chance,
Go on girls - trust it,
Go on girls - the truth is ...

Cut your hair wear a chip on your shoulder
Get ahead, get laid, get it over
Cheap show, back seat martyr's pose, you're over and out
I'm checking out of my senses, buying best defences
Putting on the trousers, hang up, hang up, hang up

Go on girls - solo,
Go on girls - take a chance,
Go on girls - trust it,
Go on girls - the truth is ...
So so ... Single ... So low ... The truth is ...

You want the day to fit to a soundtrack
Get a story get a life and get back
You've got nothing to shout about
You're over and out

I'm checking out of my senses, Buying best defences
Fired up on free-will, hang up, hang up, hang up

Go on girls - solo,
Go on girls - take a chance,
Go on girls - trust it,
Go on girls - the truth is ...
So so ... Single ... So low ... The truth is ...
So so ... Single ... So low ... The truth is ...