Counting Crows - Mr. Jones is stuck in my head all day every day

 

 

please tell me you get the reference... please...

NICE!

 

I know Cindy appears nice. But she is dark at heart. Just so that you know.

 

Dark at heart is the best!

 

 

i keep trying to explain to the kids that nice and evil are fully compatible... but they are young new to the world.

 

 

 

What would a Missouri beach be without these?

 

 

 

so very sadly similar to susquehanna beaches...

 

do yours get closed down for diaper contamination all the time, too?

the lyrics for mr jones

 

I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl

Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this black-haired flamenco dancer

She dances while his father plays guitar

She's suddenly beautiful

We all want something beautiful

I wish I was beautiful

So come dance this silence down through the morning

Cut Maria! Show me some of them Spanish dances

Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones

Believe in me

Help me believe in anything

I want to be someone who believes

 

Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales

Stare at the beautiful women

"She's looking at you. Ah, no, no, she's looking at me."

Smiling in the bright lights

Coming through in stereo

When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely

 

I will paint my picture

Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray

All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful

Grey is my favorite color

I felt so symbolic yesterday

If I knew Picasso

I would buy myself a gray guitar and play

 

Mr. Jones and me look into the future

Stare at the beautiful women

"She's looking at you.

Uh, I don't think so. She's looking at me."

Standing in the spotlight

I bought myself a gray guitar

When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely

 

I want to be a lion

Everybody wants to pass as cats

We all want to be big big stars, but we got different reasons for thatBelieve in me because I don't believe in anything

and I want to be someone to believe

 

Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio

Yeah we stare at the beautiful women

"She's perfect for you, Man, there's got to be somebody for me."

I want to be Bob Dylan

Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky

When everybody loves you, son, that's just about as funky as you can be

 

Mr. Jones and me staring at the video

When I look at the television, I want to see me staring right back at me

We all want to be big stars, but we don't know why and we don't know how

But when everybody loves me, I'm going to be just about as happy as can be

Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars..

bob dylan, ballad of a thin man:

 

You walk into the room

With your pencil in your hand

You see somebody naked

And you say, "Who is that man ?"

You try so hard

But you don't understand

Just what you'll say

When you get home.

 

Because something is happening here

But you don't know what it is

Do you, Mister Jones ?

 

You raise up your head

And you ask, "Is this where it is ?"

And somebody points to you and says

"It's his"

And you says, "What's mine ?"

And somebody else says, "Where what is ?"

And you say, "Oh my God

Am I here all alone ?"

 

But something is happening here

But you don't know what it is

Do you, Mister Jones ?

 

You hand in your ticket

And you go watch the geek

Who immediately walks up to you

When he hears you speak

And says, "How does it feel

To be such a freak ?"

And you say, "Impossible"

As he hands you a bone.

 

And something is happening here

But you don't know what it is

Do you, Mister Jones ?

 

You have many contacts

Among the lumberjacks

To get you facts

When someone attacks your imagination

But nobody has any respect

Anyway they already expect you

To all give a check

To tax-deductible charity organizations.

You've been with the professors

And they've all liked your looks

With great lawyers you have

Discussed lepers and crooks

You've been through all of

F. Scott Fitzgerald's books

You're very well read

It's well known.

 

But something is happening here

And you don't know what it is

Do you, Mister Jones ?

 

Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you

And then he kneels

He crosses himself

And then he clicks his high heels

And without further notice

He asks you how it feels

And he says, "Here is your throat back

Thanks for the loan".

 

And you know something is happening

But you don't know what it is

Do you, Mister Jones ?

 

Now you see this one-eyed midget

Shouting the word "NOW"

And you say, "For what reason ?"

And he says, "How ?"

And you say, "What does this mean ?"

And he screams back, "You're a cow

Give me some milk

Or else go home".

 

Because something is happening

But you don't know what it is

Do you, Mister Jones ?

 

Well, you walk into the room

Like a camel and then you frown

You put your eyes in your pocket

And your nose on the ground

There ought to be a law

Against you comin' around

You should be made

To wear earphones.

 

Does something is happening

And you don't know what it is

Do you, Mister Jones ?

i could write you a paper on it but you'd just tl;dr it anyway.

 

*sigh*

I hate the tl;dr thing.

Nice one Cindy. I did listen to that one when you put it up. You did didn;t you? or was that just Taint?

i did put that one up. quite tainty tho.

 

yeah, tl;dr says more about the poster than anything else.

tl;dr=self-centered. How can you converse if you don't listen(read)?

 

Don't say "men"

Edited October 25, 201113 yr by Turin Turambar

*nodnod* I first noticed it in mafia games, because I usually didn't post lengthy posts with people who weren't already interested in discussion...

 

It irritated me to no end when players started saying "tl;dr" and calling a couple of decent-sized paragraphs "walls of text." I saw someone actually accuse someone of only posting so many words to try and bury anything a useful townie might be saying, or to hide their scumminess. In that case, it proved that they hadn't read the person's post, since it didn't really apply much to what had been said.

 

Anyway, I think in some cases, even if tl;dr isn't very polite, it is understandable; like if you ask a simple question and get a page and half of complicated answer, and you weren't really interested anyway. There are definitely nicer ways to phrase that, though. In general, though, if you want to talk to someone, you should be willing to read what they have to say.

I'mma gonna spam a tiny bit before hitting the sack; I'm pretty much dead on my feet.

Although, I'm not actually on my feet, I'm in a chair and my feet aren't even touching the ground.

But the same basic idea applies.

I don't have work tomorrow, but I do have to go in and pick up my paycheck, and I don't want to be sleeping in too late, either.

Plus, I was supposed to visit a friend on Saturday, and was roped into babysitting last-minute instead.

And now I have to make it up to him, and tomorrow seems as good a day as any to go ahead and give him a call.

The shoes I ordered through the Shoes for Crews program finally arrived today, and I'm pretty excited about that.

They're really nice, comfortable shoes, great for walking or standing all day.

And since Wednesday is my last day working at McDonald's, I decided I'm not going to wear the brand-new shoes to work at all.

That way they won't get all scummy on the bottom, so I can wear them elsewhere.

At this rate, I don't even think I'm going to be able to stay awake long enough to even read any of my book before I crash...

That reminds me.... XD NaNo, in about 5 days. XD

Oh, well I guess it's actually more like 6 days.... XD

I still haven't gotten anything started on that.