Celebrity Skin

I once took a girl to prom who was a dead ringer for a blonde Melissa Auf Der Mauer, the red-headed bassist from the band “Hole,” and I reckon it was approximately around the time this song was first on the radio.  Courtney Love may be a complete train wreck of a human being who’s best known as the widow of Kurt Cobain, but her band rocked.  I’ve always thought Hole was underrated, and to this day I would argue that they had the single greatest band name of all time.  (Although my brother did have a band called “Boxfan” once, and that was pretty fantastic, too.)

Oh, make me over…
I’m all I want to be–
a walking study
in demonology.

Hey, so glad you could make it.
Yeah, now you really made it.
Hey, so glad you could make it now.

Oh, look at my face–
my name is Might Have Been…
my name is Never Was…
my name’s Forgotten…

Hey, so glad you could make it.
Yeah, now you really made it.
Hey, there’s only us left now.

When I wake up in my makeup,
it’s too early for that dress,
wilted and faded somewhere in Hollywood,
I’m glad I came here with your pound of flesh.
No second billing ’cause you’re a star now,
oh Cinderella, they aren’t sluts like you–
beautiful garbage, beautiful dresses,
can you stand up or will you just fall down?

You better watch out
for what you wish for.
It better be worth it–
so much to die for.

Hey, so glad you could make it.
Yeah, now you really made it.
Hey, there’s only us left now.

When I wake up in my makeup,
have you ever felt so used up as this?
It’s all so sugarless–
hooker, waitress,
model, actress,
oh, just go nameless.
Honeysuckle, she’s full of poison,
she obliterated everything she kissed.
Now she’s fading somewhere in Hollywood,
I’m glad I came here with your pound of flesh.

You want a part of me?
Well, I’m not selling cheap.
No, I’m not selling cheap.

Road to Nowhere

Heard a fun tune from the Talking Heads tonight and felt like sharing, because for the last long while I’ve felt a lot like the mini Muybridge-esque David Byrne awkwardly running in perpetual motion in the bottom corner of the music video.  I’ve always liked this song despite the strangely optimistic defeatism conveyed in it’s lyrics and melody.

Well we know where we’re going,
but we don’t know where we’ve been.
And we know what we’re knowing,
but we can’t say what we’ve seen.
And we’re not little children,
and we know what we want.
And the future is certain,
give us time to work it out.

We’re on a road to nowhere–
come on inside.
Taking that ride to nowhere–
we’ll take that ride.

I’m feelin’ okay this morning,
and you know,
we’re on the road to paradise–
here we go… here we go.

We’re on a ride to nowhere–
come on inside.
Taking that ride to nowhere–
we’ll take that ride.

Maybe you wonder where you are–
I don’t care.
Here is where time is on our side–
take you there… take you there.

We’re on a road to nowhere…
there’s a city in my mind,
come along and take that ride,
and it’s all right, baby, it’s all right.

And it’s very far away,
but it’s growing day by day,
and it’s all right, baby, it’s all right.

They can tell you what to do,
but they’ll make a fool of you,
and it’s all right, baby, it’s all right.

We’re on a road to nowhere…

One Less Resolution

So, like countless others this time of year, I’ve been mulling over the idea of trying to get into shape as a New Year’s resolution.  But then I remembered that this is basically how I operate at a gym:

So I reckon it’s back to the drawing board…

Free Time

I’ve just started watching the Netflix animated series F is for Family, and while I’m not really sold on it at all yet (tremendous vocal talent, but uneven writing and unsympathetic characters), I did discover this one gem in the second episode.

This is EXACTLY how I feel when I have “free time.”

 

I like cartoons ’cause they’re funny.