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Holy crap

I forgot how good the song "Obscurity Knocks" by the Trash Can Sinatras is. I totally loved that song when it came out, ten or so years ago, but I probably haven't listened to it for about eight. Damn it's freaking good though.

As I recall, the rest of the album wasn't very good.

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famousmark
Mar. 31st, 2003 03:25 pm (UTC)
Ha, yeah exactly! That songs rules so much, but the rest of the album is really bland.
fisticuffs
Mar. 31st, 2003 03:47 pm (UTC)
yeah. the rest of the album wasn't so good but that band made one of my favorite videos of all time.
vespa59
Mar. 31st, 2003 03:55 pm (UTC)
hey... e-mail me.

re: your ass, my truck.
fisticuffs
Mar. 31st, 2003 04:13 pm (UTC)
Re:
you have been emailed.
shakespearssis
Apr. 1st, 2003 07:46 am (UTC)
that album is the best!
my god, i love that first Trash Can Sinatra's album.
i've got it on cassette tape if you'd like to borrow it.
or you can get a live mp3 here:
http://www.trashcansinatras.com/downloads.shtml

obscurity knocks
always at the foot of the photograph - that's me there
snug as a thug in a mugshot pose, a foul-mouthed rogue
owner of this corner and not much more
still these days i'm better placed to get my just rewards
i'll pound out a tune and very soon
i'll have too much to say and a dead stupid name

though i ought to be learning i feel like a veteran
of "oh i like your poetry but I hate your poems"
calendars crumble i'm knee deep in numbers
i've turned 21, i've twist, i'm bust and wrong again


rubbing shoulders with the sheets till two
looking at my watch and i'm half-past caring
in the lap of luxury it comes to mind
is this headboard hard? am i a lap behind?
but to face doom in a sock-stenched room all by myself
is the kind of fate i never contemplate
lots of people would cry though none spring to mind


though i ought to be learning i feel like a veteran
of "oh i like your poetry but I hate your poems"
calendars crumble i'm knee deep in numbers
i've turned 21, i've twist, i'm bust and wrong again


know what it's like
to sigh at the sight of the first quarter of life?
ever stopped to think and found out nothing was there?


they laugh to see such fun
i'm playing blind man's bluff all by myself
and they're chanting a line from a nursery rhyme
"ba ba bleary eyes - have you any idea?"

years of learning i must be a veteran
of "oh i like your poetry but I hate your poems"
and the calendar's cluttered with days that are numbered
i've turned 21, i've twist, i'm bust and wrong again
ought to be learning
twist, i'm bust and wrong again
feel like a veteran
twist, i'm bust and wrong again
calendar's cluttered
with days that are numbered
and i know what it's like
to sigh at the sight
of the first quarter of life


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