Day 30: January 30, 2009

Question 8:
Who has inspired you as a mentor and why?

Responses:

• At this point in my life I've had people who have influences me. But, I have yet to met someone who INSPIRES me as a mentor. I hope one day soon I meet this person as I feel I have so much I want to expand and learn on.
• My grandma, who has taught me always do my best and that is the most that anyone can ask for.
• My sister. She faced adversity when she was young and became strong from it.

Song:
At the Bottom of Everything, by Bright Eyes

Lyrics:
So there was this woman and
she was, uh, on an airplane and
she's flying to meet her fiancé
sailing high above the--the largest ocean
on planet earth and she was seated
next to this man who, you know
she had tried to start conversations
an really--really the only thing
she heard him say was to order his bloody mary
and she's sitting there and she's reading
this really arduous magazine article about a
third world country that she couldn't
even pronounce the--the name of and
she's feeling very bored and very despondent
and--and then, uh, suddenly there's this huge mechanical failure and one of the--the engines gave out
and they started just falling -an- thirty thousand feet
and the pilot's on the microphone and he's saying,
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Oh My God, I'm Sorry"
and apologizing and she looks at the man and she--and she says,
"Where are we going?" and he looks at her and he says,
"We're going to a party, it--it's a birthday party.
It's your birthday party, happy birthday darling.
We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much."
And then, uh, he starts humming this little tune and--and, uh, it kind of goes like this, it's kinda:

One, Two, One, Two, Three, Four
We must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the web
We must rip out all the epilogues from the books we have read
And to the face of every criminal strapped firmly to a chair
We must stare, we must stare, we must stare.

We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell
Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell
And in the ear of every anarchist that sleeps but doesn't dream
We must sing, we must sing, we must sing.

And it'll go like this, alright
While my mother waters plants my father loads his gun.
He says, "Death will give us back to God,
just like the setting sun
is returned to the lonesome ocean."

And then they splashed into the deep blue sea.
(Oh,)It was a wonderful splash.

We must blend into the choir, sing as static with the whole,
We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul,
And to this endless race for property and privilege to be won
We must run, we must run, we must run.

We must hang up in the belfry where the bats in moonlight laugh
We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past
And (in)to the caverns of tomorrow with just our flashlights and our love
We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge.

And then we'll get down there,
way down to the very bottom of everything
and then we'll see it, oh we'll see it, we'll see it, we'll see it.

Oh my morning's coming back
The whole world's waking up
Oh the city bus is swimming past.
I'm happy just because
I found out I am really no one.

Day 29: January 29, 2009

Question 66:
If you were to own a fabulously impractical car, what car would it be?

Responses:

• Porsche 911 -- are those still around? Started wanting one almost 30 years ago when the then-30-year-old professor I was dating had one.
• A two-seater convertible Mercedes Benz.
• Original Ford

Song:
Mother Madam, by Carey Ott

Lyrics:
Now's the time to break these chains.
Now's the time to pack these things along.
You're a big girl in the same small town.
Pick yourself up off the ground,
Mother Madam, Mother Madam, Mother Madam.

It's another sticky corporate afternoon,
with all the simple deals? out there on the moon.
Now's the time to break these chains.
Now's the time to pack these things along.
We wouldn't leave here without you.
We wouldn't be here without you,

Mother Madam x 7

Don't get carried away so soon.
Don't get carried away so soon.
Don't get carried away too soon.

Mom, I couldn't find you, you were lost out of space
Mom, I would invite you to escape.

I wouldn't leave here without you,
I wouldn't be here without you.
We wouldn't leave here without you,
We wouldn't be here without you.

Mother Madam x7

Don't get carried away so soon x4
Don't get carried away too soon x3

Day 28: January 28, 2009

Question 147:
You're stuck on a deserted island. Would you rather have your best friend with you or cable television? (note: spouses cannot be considered the best friend; it's got to be your official, nonsexual best friend)

Responses:

• Ok – stuck for how long? If very brief, I’d love to hang out any one of my best pals; but due to my own whining and because I love them, I might need to spare them from me if it will be along stranding.
• What about a stick and matches? I would rather have my best friend. It would make for great TV when we got rescued.
• Best friend; keep from going crazy

Song:
Town Called Malice, by The Jam

Lyrics:
Better stop dreaming of the quiet life –
Cos it's the one we'll never know
And quit running for that runaway bus –
Cos those rosey days are few
And - stop apologising for the things you've never done,
Cos time is short and life is cruel –
But it's up to us to change
This town called malice.
Rows and rows of disused milk floats
Stand dying in the dairy yard
And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk
Bottles to their hearts
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come
Fast and furious
In a town called malice.

Struggle after struggle - year after year
The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice –
I'm almost stone cold dead
In a town called malice.

A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef
Gets dashed against the Co-op
To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
It's a big decision in a town called malice.

The ghost of a steam train - echoes down my track
It's at the moment bound for nowhere –
Just going round and round
Playground kids and creaking swings –
Lost laughter in the breeze
I could go on for hours and I probably will –
But I'd sooner put some joy back
In this town called malice.

Day 27: January 27, 2009

Question 136:
If one store could open twenty-five steps from your front door, would you choose a Starbucks, a McDonald's, or a 7-Eleven? Why?

Responses:

• 7-11 - you can live your life with what they sell in 7-11. Is this a town that they are allowed to sell alcoho in the 7-11?
• 7-11. More options

Song:
The Bridge, by The Gourds

Lyrics:
Who else is gonna carry you across
Who's gonna make the delivery
And why am I always burning
You know the first bridge was a fallen tree

So go on and do likewise ladies
Cross with some confidence
You gotta sit and wait while I'm drunk
Or you're gonna wind up in the drink

If the billygoat was Bootsy
And the troll was Maceo
Only the godfather of soul
Can really take you to the bridge

Yeah, but you can't throw it in
Your typewriter, hand glider, shifty mobster and amplifier
Yeah, but you can't throw in
Your golf clubs and bowling balls, gas heaters and bald tires
Yeah, but you can't throw it in
Microwaves and old pill bottles, video tapes with porno on them
Yeah, but you can't throw it in
Old birdcages and lame weed eaters, murder weapons and blown speakers
Yeah, but you can't throw it in

Who else is gonna carry you across
Who's gonna make the delivery

Day 26: January 26, 2009

Question 94:
Have you ever had an experience that led you to believe in angels or ghosts?

Responses:

• No

Song:
I Will Be, by Leona Lewis

Lyrics:
There's nothing I could say to you
Nothing I could ever do to make you see
What you mean to me

All the pain, the tears I cried
Still you never said goodbye and now I know
How far you'd go

I know I let you down
But it's not like that now
This time I'll never let you go

I will be, all that you want
And get myself together
Cause you keep me from falling apart

All my life, I'll be with you forever
To get you through the day
And make everything okay

I thought that I had everything
I didn't know what life could bring
But now I see, honestly

You're the one thing I got right
The only one I let inside
Now I can breathe, cause you're here with me

And if I let you down
I'll turn it all around
Cause I would never let you go

I will be, all that you want
And get myself together
Cause you keep me from falling apart

All my life, I'll be with you forever
To get you through the day
And make everything okay

Cause without you I can't breath
I'm not gonna ever, ever let you leave
You're all I've got, you're all I want
Yeah

Cause without you I don't know what I'd do
I could never, ever live a day without you
Here with me, do you see,
You're all I need

And I will be, all that you want
And get myself together
Cause you keep me from falling apart

All my life (my life), I'll be with you forever
To get you through the day
And make everything okay

I will be (I'll be), all that you want
And get myself together
Cause you keep me from falling apart

And all my life, you know I'll be with you forever
To get you through the day
And make everything okay

Day 25: January 25, 2009

Question 34:
If you could have front row seats to any concert, who would you like to see?

Responses:

• Difficult choice - The Stones 30 years ago, Beyreuth with Wagner himself conducting, L'Apres Midi D'une Faune with Nijinsky dancing, Leonard Cohen last month, no I think I would see Glenn Gould perform the Goldberg Variations.
• Patti Labelle – I had to opportunity to see her in concert once years ago. She is such a dynamic performer who truly embraces her audience. She is genuine in her love of music and people. I remember that after the concert was over, no one in the audience could move because she had sucked every ounce of energy out of us and used it to perform. The audience was literally exhausted.
• Tribute to Sondheim

Song:
Are You Gonna Be My Girl, by Jet

Lyrics:
Go!

So 1, 2, 3, take my hand and come with me
Because you look so fine
And I really wanna make you mine.

I say you look so fine
That I really wanna make you mine.

Oh, 4, 5, 6 c'mon and get your kicks
Now you don't need that money
When you look like that, do ya honey.

Big black boots,
Long brown hair,
She's so sweet
With her get back stare.

Well I could see,
You home with me,
But you were with another man, yea!
I know we,
Ain't got much to say,
Before I let you get away, yeah!
I said, are you gonna be my girl?

Well, so 1, 2, 3, take my hand and come with me
Because you look so fine
And I really wanna make you mine.

I say you look so fine
That I really wanna make you mine.

Oh, 4, 5, 6 c'mon and get your kicks
Now you don't need that money
With a face like that, do ya.

Big black boots,
Long brown hair,
She's so sweet
With her get back stare.

Well I could see,
You home with me,
But you were with another man, yeah!
I know we,
Ain't got much to say,
Before I let you get away, yeah!
I said, are you gonna be my girl?

Oh yea. Oh yea. C'mon!
I could see,
You home with me,
But you were with another man, yeah!
I know we,
Ain't got much to say,
Before I let you get away, yeah!
Uh, be my girl.
Be my girl.
Are you gonna be my girl! Yea

Day 24: January 24, 2009

Question 7:
Would you rather be a great musician, artist, or athlete? Why?

Responses:

• Athlete. I like the sweat and the burn. The immediate results. Knowing I am the best because, there is a time or a score to beat. There is less of a middle with athletics than with artistry. There is something tangible and definable. The results that an athlete chases are made from his/her own dreams. The athlete: strong, determined, team player or individual performer, excellent discipline, beautiful body being used to its full potential. And you can retire and live off your endorsements! (Just a perk)!
• I love all three however, I chose a great musician, because music is in my spirit. When I sing or play an instrument, it feels as if it flows through my body like blood cells or an electrical current and comes out of my pores. It allows me to express myself from the deepest places of my soul and speak of and to things, a type of communication in which words would never be adequate. Music is an intricate part of all life. It has the ability to alter situations and people. It can soothe, excite or irritate and instigate. It can affect one’s mood or steer one to a certain place, past present or future. It can create an expectancy, fear, love, joy, compassion, anger, healing, etc and it would be a blessing to me to be talented enough to cause those sensations in others.
• Artist, because it would enable me to express my observations and insights of people, relationships and life.
• Artist

Song:
No Air, by Jordin Sparks (feat. Chris Brown)

Lyrics:
Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air

(Jordin)
If I should die before I wake
It's 'cause you took my breath away
Losing you is like living in a world with no air
Oh

(Chris)
I'm here alone, didn't wanna leave
My heart won't move, it's incomplete
Wish there was a way that I can make you understand

(Jordin)
But how do you expect me
To live alone with just me
'Cause my world revolves around you
It's so hard for me to breathe

[Chorus]
Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air
Can't live, can't breathe with no air
That's how I feel whenever you ain't there
There's no air, no air
Got me out here in the water so deep
Tell me how you gon' be without me
If you ain't here, I just can't breathe
There's no air, no air

No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No air, air

(Chris)
I walked, I ran, I jumped, I flew
Right off the ground to float to you
There's no gravity to hold me down for real

(Jordin)
But somehow I'm still alive inside
You took my breath, but I survived
I don't know how, but I don't even care

(Both)
So how do you expect me
To live alone with just me
'Cause my world revolves around you
It's so hard for me to breathe

[Chorus]
Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air
Can't live, can't breathe with no air
That's how I feel whenever you ain't there
There's no air, no air
Got me out here in the water so deep
Tell me how you gon' be without me
If you ain't here, I just can't breathe
There's no air, no air

No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No more
There's no air, no air

Ooohhhhh...

[Chorus]
Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air
Can't live, can't breathe with no air
That's how I feel whenever you ain't there
There's no air, no air
Got me out here in the water so deep
Tell me how you gon' be without me
If you ain't here, I just can't breathe
There's no air, no air

[Chorus]
Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air
Can't live, can't breathe with no air
That's how I feel whenever you ain't there
There's no air, no air
Got me out here in the water so deep
Tell me how you gon' be without me
If you ain't here, I just can't breathe
There's no air, no air

No air, air
No air, air
No air, air

No air

Day 23: January 23, 2009

Question 42:
Would you like to be proudest of your accomplishments or your character?

Responses:

• Can I choose both? I’d be proud of myself if I had accomplished something useful and meaningful to another person and I did it in such a way that was neither detrimental nor compromising to others, including myself. I know this will sound Pollyanna-ish, but in the world today (and probably in the past and in the future), it would be an accomplishment to stay true to oneself and always “do the right thing.” Because it matters more to me that someone is a “good person” than what they have accomplished, I would say that I would like to be “known” for my character. But having said that, I would also say that I would like to have had a talent for which I was known, not for the notoriety but for the focus and purpose it must give one’s life.
• I would like to be proud of my character, because that is more important to me than anything I could accomplish. Of course I’d prefer to do both. Many can accomplish great things but their character may be suspect. Accomplishments may be remembered throughout history, however when the person’s character is in question, it has the potential to mar the accomplishment.
• Character. Without that, accomplishments are nothing.

Song:
When We Are One, by Gabriel Mann

Lyrics:
i call you up by the lamplight
confess to you like a sister
not even an image of you for company
i would sit there for hours
waiting for you to finish
but you're mountains and rivers away from me now
but you know your power
and you turn it on
like you done it all before
you pull away
just when you know that i need you more
and you're so laid back
when you twist me and i crack
but there¹s a moment when distance is done
when we are one
when we are one
i have one vivid memory
of meeting you in the summer
you were not very much younger than you are
you sing to me like a siren
come and make me your prisoner
'cause i know you're a friend and a foe to me now
but you know your power
and you turn it on
like you done it all before
you pull away
just when you know that i need you more
and you're so laid back
when you twist me and i crack
there's a moment when distance is done
when we are one
when we're one
there's a moment when distance is done

Day 22: January 22, 2009

Question 89:
How do you define integrity and do you have it?

Responses:

• Integrity is being honest and true to yourself and others. It's being who you are and standing up for your principles. Yes, I have it.
• I have spent more than half my life inquiring into this subject. If this answer is too long and complicated, or if it doesn't support your work, just jump to [the next question]. Integrity – the power of my word (my speaking and my actions). Integrity – from a practical point of view, perhaps integrity is the powerful relationship between myself and the world, and with myself to myself. To the degree my word describes accurately the world I interact with, thus allowing me to navigate powerfully and successfully, and to the degree my word causes my intentions to be realized in the world is the best measure of integrity. It is more like a commitment to a direction; take East for example. If I declare I am heading East from, say California, to a destination; then, once launched, I can acknowledge integrity along the way by passing through milestones, in this case cities and states which I know lie East of California. Often in life, the milestones aren’t so obvious. In the every day world, then, ‘declaring a direction and acting upon it’ would be equivalent to giving my word about something and then fulfilling on it. At a slightly deeper level, integrity would be measured by my speaking and actions as the self expression of what I consider to be my standards and values. And, finally, perhaps integrity at its purest would be me being true to myself—“myself’ being the context in which all my attributes (personality, history, beliefs, values, age, gender, etc—all the content of my life) occur. It seems possible to me that this context may also be my access to connecting to every human being and life itself. And that could be called love. I like that idea!!! I guess I’m saying integrity at its deepest level is love and our lower levels of acces may be our journey to and through being whole, complete, and related. At this point, I have to remember that being integrous isn’t just some philosophical distinction, but a true map for a workable and fulfilling life. Now. To your wonderful question, Chris. Do I have integrity? The question begs ownership. Do I stand for being integrous? Yes.
• Having a core set of beliefs and sticking to them. Yes, I do have it.

Song:
Golden Slumbers, by Ben Folds

Lyrics:
Once there was a way
To get back homeward
Once there was a way
To get back home
Sleep pretty darling
Do not cry
And I will sing a lullabye

Golden slumbers
Fill your eyes
Smiles awake you
When you rise

Sleep pretty darling
Do not cry
And I will sing a lullabye

Once there was a way
To get back homeward
Once there was a way
To get back home
Sleep pretty darling
Do not cry
And I will sing a lullabye

Day 21: January 21, 2009

Question 153:
What's the least fun month of the year? Why?

Responses:

• March. Nothing doing but waiting for winter to wind down.
• January. Nothing to do.

Song:
Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels), by The Arcade Fire

Lyrics:
And if the snow buries my,
my neighborhood.
And if my parents are crying
then I'll dig a tunnel
from my window to yours,
yeah a tunnel from my window to yours.
You climb out the chimney
and meet me in the middle,
the middle of town.
And since there's no one else around,
we let our hair grow long
and forget all we used to know,
then our skin gets thicker
from living out in the snow.

You change all the lead
sleepin' in my head,
as the day grows dim
I hear you sing a golden hymn.

Then we tried to name our babies,
but we forgot all the names that,
the names we used to know.
But sometimes, we remember our bedrooms,
and our parent's bedrooms,
and the bedrooms of our friends.
Then we think of our parents,
well what ever happened to them?!

You change all the lead
sleepin' in my head to gold,
as the day grows dim,
I hear you sing a golden hymn,
the song I've been trying to say.

Purify the colors, purify my mind.
Purify the colors, purify my mind,
and spread the ashes of the colors
over this heart of mine!

The Bowls

The big one on the right has all the questions. The small one has the songs.

Fascinating

I'm surprised and somewhat elated that some of the questions and songs are paralleling so closely. It's a total accident, but definitely a happy one.

• How would you like to spend your elder years? -Beginning of the End by Brian Maddox
• Would you rather run naked through an office party or through your family's next holiday dinner? -Brother by Annuals
• Which of your personality traits would you most like to change? -A Nervous Tick Motion of the Head to the Left by Andrew Bird
• Who's the most unusual member of your family? -Homesick by Kings of Convenience
• Where would you most like to travel? Why? -Another Travelin Song by Bright Eyes

Funny how that works.

That's it.

Day 20: January 20, 2009

Question 9:
Where would you most like to travel? Why?

Responses:

• Germany I have heard that it is very clean and I want to see that, since it is unfamiliar to me as a New Yorker. Also I like the idea of being in a country where I am exotic beauty.
• There are so many places in the world I would like to see either again or for the first time—both the relatively familiar, such as Europe, and the unknown and exotic, such as India and Vietnam—but I’d really like to get to know the United States. There are entire parts of this country that are truly foreign to me—more so even than, say, England and France—and I’d like to spend an extended period driving around the country (I’d love to be behind the wheel of a Winnebago!) and discovering what makes people tick. As a New Yorker, I certainly have an incomplete, and no doubt distorted, picture of life in this country. This becomes apparent during any election year, but it’s particularly obvious to me during this election year. First stop, Alaska!
• Ireland and Italy

Song:
Another Travelin Song, by Bright Eyes

Lyrics:
Well I'm changing all my strings
I'm gonna write another travelin' song
about all the billion highways
and the cities at the break of dawn
I guess the best that I can do now
is to pretend that I've done nothing wrong
and to dream about a train
that's gonna take me back where I belong

Well now the ocean speaks and spits
and I can hear it from the interstate
and I'm screamin' at my brother on a cellphone
he is far away
And I'm saying nothing in the past or future
ever will feel like today
until we're parking in an alley
just hoping that our shit is safe

So I go back and forth forever
All my thoughts they come in pairs
Oh I will, I won't, I doubt, I don't,
I'm not surprised but I never feel quite prepared

Now I'm hunched over a typewriter
I guess you call that paintin' in a cave
And there's a word I can't remember
and a feeling I cannot escape
And now my ashtray's overflowing
I'm still staring at a clean white page
Oh and morning's at my window
she is sending me to bed again

Well I dream the dark on the horizon
I dream the desert where the dead lay down
I dream a prostituted child touching an old man in a fast food crown
Oh yeah, I dreamt this ship was sinkin' there was people screaming all around
And I awoke to my alarm clock it was a pop song it was playin' loud

So I will find my fears and face them
or I will cower like a dog
I will kick and scream or kneel and plead
I'll fight like hell to hide that I've given up

Day 19: January 19, 2008

Question 92:
Do you believe in coincidence or synchronicity?

Responses:

• I believe things happen for a reason

Song:
Rock & Roll, by Eric Hutchinson

Lyrics:
He’s been waiting around for the weekend
Figuring which club to sneak in
Fancy drinks and fifty-dollar cover charge
Lately it’s been a big hassle
Heineken and New Castle
So make sure he’s fitting in and living large
Disregard the lies that he will tell
and what he’s probably like 'cause
It's not hard his charm is gonna
Get him through the night

CHORUS
If he wants to rock he rocks
If he wants to roll he rolls
He can roll with the punches
Long as he feels like he’s in control
If he wants to stay he stays
If he wants to go he goes
He doesn’t care how he gets there
Long as he gets somewhere he knows oh no
ah na na na na na na na na na na na
ah na na na na na na na na na na na

See her heavy make up and cut t-shirt
Every girl out wants to be her
But they look the same already why adjust
Reading the magazine secrets
Forgetting the topical regrets
If she comes home all alone the nights a bust
It’s a must the swivel in her hips
And the look she gives
It’s all her trust if only in the morning
She knew where she lived

CHORUS
'Cause If she wants to rock she rocks
If she wants to roll she rolls
She can roll with the punches
Long as she feels like she’s in control
If she wants to stay she stays
If she wants to go she goes
She doesn’t care how she gets there
Long as she gets somewhere she knows oh no
ah na na na na na na na na na na na
ah na na na na na na na na na na na

And in a wink they’re on the brink
From drink to drink and at the bar
With cash to blow
From shot to shot it’s getting hot
Advance the plot to see how far
It’s gonna go
All depends so ditch the friends
And grab a cab
Another chance for cheap romance
Doesn’t count cause the room is spinning
Nothing to lose tonight they both are winning
And they fall in love as they fall in bed
They sing

CHORUS
If they want to rock they rock
If they want to roll they roll
They can roll with the punches
Long as they feel like they're in control
If they want to stay they stay
If they want to go they go
They don’t care how they get there
Long as they get somewhere they know oh no
ah na na na na na na na na na na na (till close)

Day 18: January 18, 2009

Question 83:
What remains undone that you have wanted to get done for years?

Responses:

• Learn to swim
• These questions, oh wait…done
• Oh Gosh, I'd like to travel and see the world, meet peoples of the world, learn how they live, etc......but to do that, I'd have to have lots of money, so I guess the real answer would be I'd really like, at long last, to win powerball. No, not really, just a little yoke. I'd love to see both my children happy, healthy and pursuing futures they both love
• Clean/organize the basement

Song:
Four-Eyed Girl, by Rhett Miller

Lyrics:
Two of us in a double-feature
I'm a rock and roller she's a science teacher
I send her looks they don't reach her
She does not know I'm in love with her
Later on it's no better
She wants to take a walk so I let her
I watch her go and then I go and get her
I have to spell it out for her
La-la-la I'm in love with a four-eyed girl
She knows how to move me now she knows how
Twenty-four hours Katz's never closes
Yeah I tell her that I love her and I don't care who knows it
What's it take romance red wine roses
She gets the picture takes pity on me
She lets go she lets it happen
It's a hot spell after a cold snap
My eyes are open nobody's napping she says
You don't want to miss a minute of me
La-la-la I'm in love with a four-eyed girl
She knows how to move me now she knows how
La-la-la I'm in love with a four-eyed girl
She knows how to move me now she knows how

Day 17: January 17, 2009

Question 26:
What would you love to find at a yard sale?

Responses:

• An expensive antique lamp
• An original piece of art—Picasso, Kandinsky, Dali

Song:
OK Alone, by Gabriel Mann

Lyrics:
i opened up your letter
when things were looking good
you said goodbye in glitter
i guess i knew you would

be the kind with hearts on her eye's
you're the junior prom queen in disguise
you can go now that i know
that I will be ok alone

i took you out to dinner
romance and candlelight
2 pills and bottled water
suppress your appetite
it's the way your telephones ring
when i'm sharing an epiphany
you should go now that i know
that i will be ok alone

you made me feel
like i was someone you loved for real
but now i find that you're
handing out your candy valentines all over town
what a sweet letdown

you made me feel
like i was someone you loved for real
but now i find that you're
handing out your candy valentines all over town
a repeat letdown

so i tore up your letter
i lit a cigarette
no reason to remember
so easy to forget

all the times you straightened my hair
now i stay home watching millionaire
all day, i think i can say
that i will be i will be ok alone

you made me feel
like i was someone you loved for real
but now i find that you're
handing out your candy valentines all over town
well, i will be ok alone

Day 16: January 16, 2009

Question 166:
Which perk would you like from a super-VIP card: the privilege of getting your first drink "comped" at any bar; the right to cut in front of the line in any store; or the clout to be whisked past the velvet ropes of any club?

Responses:

• First drink "comped". Cutting in line or being whisked by others who are waiting is not fair.
• Front of the line

Song:
Free Electric Band, by Albert Hammond

Lyrics:
My father is a doctor, he's a familiy man
My mother works for charity whenever she can
They're both good clean Americans who abide by the law
They both stick up for liberty and they both support the war.
My happiness was paid for when they laid their money down
For summers in a summercamp and winters in the town
My future in the system was talked about and planned
But I gave it up for music and the Free Electric Band.

I went to school in handwashed shirts with neatly oiled hair
And the school was big and newly built and filled with light and air
And the teacher taught us values that we had to learn to keep
And they clipped the ear of many idle kid who went to sleep.
Till my father organised for me a college in the east
But I went to California for the sunshine and the beach
My parents and my lecturers could never understand
Why I gave it up for music and the Free electric band.

Well they used to sit and speculated upon their son's career
A lawyer or a docter or a civil engineer
Just give me bread and water, put a guitar in my hand
'Cos all I need is music and the Free Electric Band.

My father sent me money and I spent it pretty fast
On a girl I met in Berkley in a social science class
Yes and we learned about her body but her mind we did not know
Until deep routed attitudes and morals began to show
She wanted to get married even though she never said
And I knew her well enough by now to see inside her head
She'd settle for suburbia and a little patch of land
So I gave her up for music and the Free Electric Band.

Oooh the Free Electric Band.
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Day 15: January 15, 2009

Question 48:
When did your family come to America and from where?

Responses:

• I'm 3rd generation American. Great-grandparents were all born in Eastern Europe. Maternal side from Russia, thru Argentina for a short stint (mother's maternal side) , and then to US. Paternal side from Poland - straight to NY. All circa 1890's
• China,1979
• Our ancestors came from the British Isles in the 17th century
• In many ways, my family is still coming to America, specifically in regards to the American Dream. Be who you are and do what you want.

Song:
In Spite of Ourselves, by John Prine

Lyrics:
She don't like her eggs all runny
She thinks crossin' her legs is funny
She looks down her nose at money
She gets it on like the easter bunny
She's my baby
I'm her honey
I'm never gonna let her go

He ain't got laid in a month of sundays
I caught him once and he was sniffin' my undies
He ain't too sharp but he gets things done
Drinks his beer like it's oxygen
He's my baby
And I'm his honey
Never gonna let him go

In spite of ourselves
We'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbow
Against all odds
Honey, we're the big door prize
We're gonna spite our noses
Right off of our faces
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.

She thinks all my jokes are corny
Convict movies make her horny
She likes ketchup on her scrambled eggs
Swears like a sailor when shaves her legs
She takes a lickin'
And keeps on tickin'
I'm never gonna let her go.

He's got more balls than a big brass monkey
He's a wacked out werido and a lovebug junkie
Sly as a fox and crazy as a loon
Payday comes and he's howlin' at the moon
He's my baby
I don't mean maybe
Never gonna let him go

In spite of ourselves
We'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbow
Against all odds
Honey, we're the big door prize
We're gonna spite our noses
Right off of our faces
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.

There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.

(spoken) in spite of ourselves

Day 14: January 14, 2009

Question 168:
You can't ever drink again in one of these situations. Pick from weddings, vacations, or sporting events. Why?

Responses:

• While sporting events usually correlate to drinking, weddings are impossible to attend without a drink. Vacations last too long. Sporting events involve the least amount of time committed--so they win. Which makes it symbolically appropriate.

Song:
Sleep Tonight, by Stars

Lyrics:
We don't want to sleep tonight
Still young like that i count the lines
Beside your mouth that smiles now
My arms reach up as you go down
With buried heads we both forget
All of the past and it's regret
Wind picks up, the window shakes
We wont hear the morning break

You will cry
And i will cry
'cause all the love's
Alive tonight

Neighbourhoods will try to dream
While you and me we hold and lean
Onto bodies slick and charged
Together just one beating heart
All around us quiet now
We hear the leaves fall to the ground
Morning light upon our bed
An ally while i catch your breath

You will cry
And i will cry
'cause all the love's
Alive tonight

You will cry.....repeat

Day 13: January 13, 2009

Question 71:
If you were given money to remodel your house, what would you change first?

Responses:

• It had better be lots of money because I’d expand the kitchen and deck into an enormous great room, with a professional 6 or 8 burner stove and double ovens, keeping an island albeit larger, and lots of new counter space, redoing the floor in a cherry stained wood, etc.
• Well, the one thing I've always wanted in any apartment I've ever had (sorry, no "houses" yet!) would be an office/studio for me to do my work. I guess an office for the business side, and a studio where I could work on material, hold rehearsals/classes, etc.
• Add another floor; redo the basement

Song:
Run, by Amy MacDonald

Lyrics:
Will you tell me when your lines are fading?
Cos I can't see
I can't see no more

Will you tell me when the song stops playing?
Cos I can't hear
I can't hear no more

She said "I don't know what you're living for"
She said "I don't know what you're living for at all"
He said "I don't know what you're living for"
He said "I don't know what you're living for at all"

But I will run until my feet no longer run no more
And I will kiss until my lips no longer feel no more
And I will love until my heart it aches
And I will love until my heart it breaks
And I will love until there's nothing more to live for

Will you tell me when the fighting's over?
Cos I can't take
I can't take no more

Will you tell me the day is done?
Cos I can't run
I can't run no more

She said "I don't know what you did it for"
She said "I don't know what you did it for at all"
He said "I don't know what you did it for"
He said "I don't know what you did it for at all"

But I will run until my feet no longer run no more
And I will kiss until my lips no longer feel no more
And I will love until my heart it aches
And I will love until my heart it breaks
And I will love until there's nothing more to live for

And I will love until my heart it aches
And I will love until my heart it breaks
And I will love until there's nothing more to live for

Day 12: January 12, 2009

Question 87:
When you were young, what did you want to be when you grew up?

Responses:

• When I was younger I always wanted to be remembered when I was dead
• An astronaut

Song:
A Boy Named Sue, by Johnny Cash

Lyrics:

Well my daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."

Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!

Day 11: January 11, 2009

Question 77:
What did you get into the most trouble for when you were young?

Responses:

• Being too perceptive about things which sometimes caused me to say things (make my observations known and/or express my opinion) at the wrong time with the wrong crowd.
• I pulled the fire alarm at church when I was 7 and I blamed it on my friend.
• Lying

Song:
Drops in the River, by Fleet Foxes

Lyrics:
Crown of leaves, high in the window on a gold morning
Young today, old as a railroad tomorrow
Days are just drops in the river to be lost always
Only you

Years ago, birds of a feather would arrive nightly
Gone you know, held to another like clutched ivy
On the shore, speak to the ocean and receive silence
Only you

Here as the caves of my memory fade,
I'll hold to the first one
I wouldn't turn to another you say,
on the long night we've made
Let it go

Speak to me slow my dear,
no ghost of course in here,
pleased to be lonesome quiet and clear,
all is alone in here.

Day 10: January 10, 2009

Question 90:
Is it more essential to develop beliefs or gain knowledge?

Responses:

• I feel that it is more essential to gain knowledge than to develop beliefs because beliefs that are founded on anything but knowledge are nothing more than that. Beliefs, if held and expressed too earnestly, can be hurtful, offensive, incriminating, and just plain wrong. Beliefs backed up by knowledge are typically safer to follow and express.
• Gain knowledge to develop beliefs.

Song:
Verdi Cries, by 10,000 Maniacs

Lyrics:

The man in 119 takes his tea alone.
Mornings we all rise to wireless Verdi cries.
I'm hearing opera through the door.
The souls of men and women, impassioned all.
Their voices climb and fall; battle trumpets call.
I fill the bath and climb inside, singing.

He will not touch their pastry
But every day they bring him more.
Gold from the breakfast tray, I steal them all away
And then go and eat them on the shore.

I draw a jackal-headed woman in the sand,
Sing of a lover's fate sealed by jealous hate
Then wash my hand in the sea.
With just three days more I'd have just about learned the entire score to Aida.

Holidays must end as you know.
All is memory taken home with me:
The opera, the stolen tea, the sand drawing, the verging sea, all years ago.

Day 9: January 9, 2009

Question 107:

Who's the most unusual member of your family?

Responses:

• Besides me? I'm unusual because I didn't catch the "camping fishing getting dirty and sweaty" bug from my father like my sisters did. I'm unusual because I did theatre and they did wildlife. I'm unusual because I went to years of therapy to deal with my anger and resentment and panic attacks and my sisters bottle it up and explode. Hmmm...which is healthier? Each one of my family members is uniquely UNusual in completely dysfunctional ways. The MOST unusual, if I have to pick just one family member, is my father in law. He's a professed athiest. He says he's too smart to believe in God. But he can't put together a fisher-price playset (that HAS numbered notches telling you where to put what). He's too smart to believe in God but he says "expecially". He's too smart to believe that God created the universe, because he used to be a Nasa scientist. He can't understand how God can unconditionally love all the evil people in the world. Life has rendered him completely NEGATIVE (pessimistic), bitter, racist, judgmental, and cynical. He's a real peach to be around. But he refuses to believe that God loves him. He says he doesn't believe in God and that he doesn't want God mentioned at his funeral. My argument to that is that he shouldn't have a funeral because funerals are intrinsically GOD-centered. He doesn't smile when he holds his grandchildren. He is unusual to me. He is also my biggest challenge. Because if I am to live as God wants me to, then I am called to love this man even though he doesn't believe in God. This is difficult for me. He doesn't believe in God but he celebrates Christmas because of the presents and Easter because of the candy. God keeps trying to whack him on the head to wake him up, but my father-in-law is as stubborn and ignorant as they come.
• I am. The rest are insane.

Song:
Homesick, by Kings of Convenience

Lyrics:

I'll lose some sales and my boss won't be happy,
But I can't stop listening to the sound
Of two soft voices
Blended in perfection
From the reels of this record that I've found.

Every day there's a boy in the mirror asking me...
What are you doing here?
Finding all my previous motives
Growing increasingly unclear.

I've traveled far and I've burned all the bridges
I believed as soon as I hit land
All the other options held before me,
Would wither in the light of my plan.

So I'll lose some sales and my boss won't be happy,
But there's only one thing on my mind
Searching boxes underneath the counter,
On a chance that on a tape I'd find...
A song for someone who needs somewhere to long for.

Homesick.
Because I no longer know where home is.

Day 8: January 8, 2009

Question 70:

Which of your personality traits would you most like to change?

Responses:

• Not be as stubborn and not always think my way is the right way.
• My self-consciousness.
• I sometimes (often?) don't think about what I'm going to say before I say it.

Song:
A Nervous Tick Motion of the Head to the Left, by Andrew Bird

Lyrics:

over prescribed
under the mister
we had survived to
turn on the history channel
and ask our esteemed panel
why are we alive
and here's how they replied
you're what happens when two substances collide
and by all accounts you really should've died

stretched out on the tarmac
six miles south of North Platte
he can't stand to look back
at sixteen tons of HAZMAT

and it's what goes
undelivered undelivered
and it's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left
it's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left
exorcise your cells till you're bereft
'cause it's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left

splayed out on a bathmat
six miles north of South Platte
and he just wants his life back
what's in that paper knapsack

it's what goes undelivered

over imbibed
under the mister
barely alive we
cover the blisters in flannel
though the words we speak
are banal
not one of them's a lie
not one of them's a lie
you're what happens when
two substances collide
and by all accounts
you really should've died

Day 7: January 7, 2009

Question 155:

Would you rather run naked through an office holiday party or through your family's next holiday dinner? Explain.

Responses:

• I don't want to run naked ANYWHERE. I don't think anyone would appreciate my naked running...I would not enjoy it and I don't believe anyone else would either. I'm hardly comfortable seeing myself in my giant bathroom mirror getting out of the shower. I also don't enjoy running, but if I were naked, you'd better believe I'd be running. It won't be through my family's holiday dinner either. If I HAD to run naked anywhere, it better be through an office holiday party because then there'd be desks and office shrubs and water coolers to obscure my nakedness. Can I run naked through a forest? No one would see me there. But then I'd have to worry about what I'd step in whilst running and wood ticks and bugs in my never-you-mind.
• Family's holiday dinner. They've already judged me enough--can't do any more harm.

Song:
Brother, by Annuals

Lyrics:

Me, and my Brother hiking.

Me, and my Brother might find a turtle.

We’ll just have some fun.

Me, and my Brother playing with our dog;

Two mighty men with a wolf,

Who drinks from the gulf.

Cool, calm water will bring back our voice to Mother.

I fell down in a creek bed.

Brother wept.

In his face I met fear;

That I could die right there.

But I climbed right out.

Now I’ve grown bold, and lonely.

I should have stayed with dear Brother at home,

But we grew up old

Day 6: January 6, 2009

Question 141:

Which season would you eliminate? Why? (remember: eliminating a season would also eliminate all the holidays within that season)

Responses:

• My love for each season’s distinct weather and beauty, and my partiality for or against certain holidays would be at odds and prevent the elimination of any whole season. The only holiday I really dislike is Halloween, but fall contains one of my favorites – Thanksgiving.
• Winter. Wouldn't much miss the holidays, but I'd have to pick new dates to celebrate some important birthdays m- including my own and my childrens! I don't like the extreme cold; I don't take advantage of the outdoor sports of winter, I don't like being in heavy clothes for so long. Could I just short the season instead of completely eliminating it? :>)
• Winter. Eliminating Christmas would be awesome.

Song:
Into the Mystic, by Van Morrison

Lyrics:

We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when thst fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I don't have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float into the mystic
Come on girl...

Day 5: January 5, 2009

Question 119:
What's your favorite question?

Responses:

• How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

Song:
I'm Amazed, by My Morning Jacket

Lyrics:

I'm amazed

I'm amazed in the quiet ocean
I'm amazed at your wrong devotion
I'm amazed at what the people saying
I'm amazed by a divided nation
Like the middle of the earth
I get disrupted
I'm amazed at all that has been
I'm amazed at all who be
I'm amazed at the tv stations
I'm amazed what they want me to believe
After all is said and done
Now lets seek justice

I'm amazed at the evoltion
I'm amazed at the lack of faith
I'm amazed at love we are rejected
I'm amazed that we accepted this place
Like the middle of the earth and the middle of the ages
Like a river I get disrupted

I'm amazed

I'm amaaaaaaaaaazed...

I'm amazed

Day 4: January 4, 2009

Question 27:

What makes you laugh the hardest?

Responses:

• Clever, unexpected and absurd things. And really pinpointing a foible perfectly (that's why friends and family can split my sides better than any comedian). Slapstick is not funny. Screaming is not funny (why does anyone enjoy watching I Love Lucy or The Jeffersons? I hate those screaming assholes.)
• I laugh the hardest at specifically clear images I get in my brain of absurd situation. Not mine but for instance I have a friend who cannot control himself when you say “raccoon pussy”. That is because, as he has attempted to explain, the picture in his mind’s eye of a lasciviously seated animal, legs spread, smoking a cigarette, with a come hither sultry stare in the foldout of an animal porn mag. Absurd juxtaposition
• My children can really crack me up and do quite often
• Banter with Sarah. Popping her with a kitchen towel still cracks me up.

Song:
Fake Empire, by The National

Lyrics:

Stay out super late tonight
picking apples, making pies
put a little something in our lemonade and take it with us
we're half-awake in a fake empire
we're half-awake in a fake empire

Tiptoe through our shiny city
with our diamond slippers on
do our gay ballet on ice
bluebirds on our shoulders
we're half-awake in a fake empire
we're half-awake in a fake empire

Turn the light out say goodnight
no thinking for a little while
lets not try to figure out everything at once
It's hard to keep track of you falling through the sky
we're half-awake in a fake empire
we're half-awake in a fake empire

Day 3: January 3, 2009

Question 96:

If you didn't have to worry about money, what would you do with your life?

Responses:

• Travel, work for a non-profit, be involved in education -- both at the giving and receiving end. And oh, yes --- I would most definitely hire all kinds of household help.
• Quietly

Song:
Beginning of the End, by Brian Maddox

Lyrics:

there's a line / i wrote it in a song
there's a sign / that you knew it all along
guess that's how the story goes

and it's a crime / that someone must be wrong
but now it's time / time for me to play along
now the story comes to a close

this is the beginning
are you gonna play your part
this is the beginning
are you gonna tear my world apart
this is the beginning
how much longer must we pretend

it's the beginning of the end

there's a line / i drew it in the sand
there's a sign / this was always what you planned
guess that's how the story goes

it's a crime / when it's slippin' through your hands
but now it's time / time for me to take a stand
now the story comes to a close

this is the beginning
are you gonna take your toll
this is the beginning
are you gonna watch the credits roll
this is the beginning
how much longer must we pretend

it's the beginning of the end

leaving the stage
out of the cage
coming of age
turning the page

Day 2: January 2, 2009

Question 84:

Which three political issues are most important to you?

Responses:

• If I were American, 1. Implement universal health care (the present situation in the US re healthcare is obscene). 2. The prosecution of George Bush and his cronies for "Conspiracy to wage aggressive war" and "Waging aggressive war". These are actually indictments 1 & 2 at Nuremberg and for which, on being justly found guilty, most of Hitler's major cronies were sentenced to death by hanging, which sentences were carried out in 1946, according to law administered by the Allies. 3. End of excessive military spending. The US, with about 25% of world GDP, is spending about 50% of worldwide spending on defense. Actually Europe and Japan, with another 39% of the world GDP, spend another 25% of total world defense spending. So the US and its major allies which generate jointly about 64% of the world GDP spend about 75% of worldwide defense spending. What realistic threat is this spending going to counter?
• Independence from oil. Human rights issues on the global front --- especially human trafficking. Education -- raise the bar (and provide educators with real tools to do so), add 21st century curriculum (and why are cultural/global studies not begun in primary school???), lose ineffective tenured teachers, pay talented teachers more, demand parental involvement, get corporate America to kick in. Health Care. Sorry, that’s 4.
• Equality, healthcare, education

Song:
Big Sky, by Rachel Loy

Lyrics:

I've got this ego
that got knocked down
Walking real slow, staring at the ground
A million loners wake up every day
My life's not over, just twisted out of place

I stop in my tracks
to watch the clouds get tossed around
and suddenly that's all I can think about.

CHORUS
I got the big sky to hold me
I got my whole life unfolding
There's beauty in solitude
so don't tell me that I need you
I'm on the outside of being lonely
I've the whole sky to hold me

I take the train home almost every night
I talk to strangers, just feel alive
So I asked this lady, when I was feeling bold:
Am I going crazy or is this just getting old?
Half-smiling, she told me she misses being young
When every moment just drips with passion
She said, 'Girl, let yourself cry,
get rid of your fear of feeling lost
Don't calculate the cost."

CHORUS

Some time my spirit's stretched so far
you can see right through it to my beating heart
It's just a growing pain
Just when I think I'm going to shrivel up
I can feel the blood running through my veins
Oh, that'll never change

I've got the whole sky to hold me
temporarily lonely
I defeated the solitude, oh
just to find that I don't need you...

I got the big sky to hold me
I got my whole life unfolding
There's beauty in solitude
So I'm standing strong and new
I'm on the oustide of being lonely
I've got the whole sky to hold me

Day 1: Jan 1, 2009 - The Beginning!

Question 139:
You've bet five thousand dollars on a game of rock, paper, scissors. What do you throw? Explain your rationale.

Responses:

• On one game (as opposed to a series) I throw rock because almost nobody throws paper first. If it were a best-of-three series for $5,000, I would throw rock, rock, paper. I would follow up the two rocks with paper because I know my opponent would see the two rocks, think I'm throwing a third rock and likely throw either rock to tie or paper to win. If they throw rock, I win and if they throw paper, it's a wash. I can't lose!
• Paper. Everyone throws rock.

Song:
1 2 3 4, by Feist

Lyrics:

One, two, three, four,
Tell me that you love me more
Sleepless, long nights
That is what my youth was for
Oh, teenage hopes
Arrive at your door
Left you with nothing,
But they want some more
Oh, oh, oh,
You're changing your heart
Oh, oh, oh,
You know who you are
Sweetheart, bitter heart,
Now I can't tell you apart
Cozy and cold,
Put the horse before the cart
Those teenage hopes,
Who have tears in their eyes
Too scared to own up,
To one little lie
Oh, oh, oh,
You're changing your heart
Oh, oh, oh,
You know who you are
One, two, three, four, five, six, nine, and ten
Money can't buy you back the love that you had then
One, two, three, four, five, six, nine, and ten
Money can't buy you back the love that you had then
Oh, oh, oh,
You're changing your heart
Oh, oh, oh,
You know who you are
Oh, oh, oh,
You're changing your heart
Oh, oh, oh,
You know who you are
Who you are
For the teenage boys
They're breaking your heart
For the Teenage boys
They're breaking your heart

OVER THE TABLE Song List

Here's the complete song list, in alphabetical order:

1 2 3 4 – Feist

A Boy Named Sue – Johnny Cash

A Nervous Tick Motion of the Head to the Left – Andrew Bird

A Sunday Smile – Beirut

Again and Again – The Bird and the Bee

Ageless Beauty – Stars

Ain’t No Sunshine – Bill Withers

All You Fascists – Billy Bragg & Wilco

Already Home – Ha-Ash

Always a Bridesmaid – Good Life

Amerykah Promise – Erykah Badu

And It Stoned Me – Van Morrison

Another Lonely Day – Ben Harper

Another Travelin Song – Bright Eyes

Anything Goes – Randy Houser

Are You Gonna Be My Girl – Jet

At the Bottom of Everything – Bright Eyes

Australia – The Shins

Bad Tom Smith – Blind Corn Liquor Pickers

Before the Worst – The Script

Beginning of the End – Brian Maddox

Best of My Love – The Emotions

Big Sky – Rachel Loy

Birds & Ships – Billy Bragg & Wilco

Bleeding Love – Leona Lewis

Brother – Annuals

Can’t Find the Words – Karina

Carry Around – Annuals

Cellophane – Amanda Ghost

Change Clothes – Jay Z, DJ Danger Mouse

Chasing Pavements – Adele

Cherry Tree – 10,000 Maniacs

Come On! Feel the Illinoise!: The World's Columbian Exposition / Carl Sandburg Visits Me In A Dream – Sufjan Stevens

Come Running – Van Morrison

Comfy in Nautica – Panda Bear

Crown of Love – The Arcade Fire

Daddy Sang Bass – Johnny Cash

Day Too Soon – Sia

Dear Jessie – Madonna

Did You Say Goodbye – Brian Maddox

Didn’t Cha Know – Erykah Badu

Different Sound – Teddybears

Divine – Sebastian Tellier

Divine Intervention – Matthew Sweet

Do You Feel Me – Anthony Hamilton

Don’t Look Back in Anger – Oasis

Dream – Priscilla Ahn

Drops in the River – Fleet Foxes

El Paso – The Gourds

Every Wall You Own – Chris Bathgate

Fake Empire – The National

Fast As You Can – Fiona Apple

Fiery Crash – Andrew Bird

Flathead – The Fratellis

Forgive Me – Leona Lewis

Four-Eyed Girl – Rhett Miller

Free Electric Band – Albert Hammond

Geraldine – Glasvegas

Golden Slumbers – Ben Folds

Gotta Have You – The Weepies

Green Light – John Legend

Have You Made Up Your Mind – Paul Weller

Heartbroke – Good Life

Hellhounds – The Gourds

Here to There – Sonya Kitchell

Here’s Where the Story Ends – The Sundays

Hey Jack Kerouac – 10,000 Maniacs

Home – Jeff Black

Home – Marc Broussard

Homesick – Kings of Convenience

I Just Drove By – Kimmie Rhodes & Willie Nelson

I Told You So – Keith Urban

I Will Be – Leona Lewis

I’m Amazed – My Morning Jacket

I’m Yours – Jason Mraz

If I Ain’t Got You – Alicia Keys

Imitosis – Andrew Bird

In Spite of Ourselves – John Prine

In the Jailhouse Now – Johnny Cash

In This Life – Delta Goodrem

Into the Mystic – Van Morrison

Irreplaceable – Beyonce

Is There a Ghost – Band of Horses

It’s a Hit – Rilo Kiley

Jacksonville – Sufjan Stevens

Jealousy – Cary Brothers

John Wayne Gacy, Jr – Sufjan Stevens

Keep It Together – Madonna

Keep on Walking – Jem

Keep the Car Running – The Arcade Fire

Kiss Me On My Neck – Erykah Badu

Kosinski – The Angels of Light

Left & Leaving – The Weakerthans

Lifeless – Caliko

Life Less Ordinary – Carbon Leaf

Little Stereo – Teddybears

Little Toy Gun – Honey Honey

Love Is Fear – The Constantines

Love Is a Losing Game – Amy Winehouse

Man Burning – Josh Ritter

Marty – Caliko

Mercy – Duffy

Middle Distance Runner – Sea Wolf

Mother Madam – Carey Ott

Mr. Hurricane – Beast

Murray – Pete Yorn

Naked Eye – Luscious Jackson

Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels) – The Arcade Fire

Neighborhood #4 (7 Kettles) – The Arcade Fire

Neo Violence – The Tough Alliance

No Air – Jordin Sparks

No One Does it Like You – Department of Eagles

No One’s Gonna Love You – Band of Horses

Notes in His Pockets – Good Life

Oh What a World – Rufus Wainright

OK Alone – Gabriel Mann

Peace Train – 10,000 Maniacs

Penitentiary Philosophy – Erykah Badu

Play Something We Know – Adam Hood

Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want – The Smiths

Pony (It’s OK) – Erin McCarley

Put Your Records On – Corinne Bailey Rae

Rebellion (Lies) – The Arcade Fire

Riversong – Caliko

Rock & Roll – Eric Hutchinson

Run – Amy MacDonald

Run Devil Run – Jenny Lewis & The Watson Twins

Send Me On My Way – Rusted Root

Show Me – John Legend

Sing Your Life – Morrissey

Sleep Tonight – Stars

Sleeping Lessons – The Shins

Solitaire – Andy Williams

Something Good This Way Comes – Jakob Dylan

Something More Besides You – Cowboy Junkies

Sometimes – Clark Country

Soon We’ll Be Found – Sia

Steeple Full of Swallows – The Gourds

Such Great Heights – The Postal Service

Take a Bow – Leona Lewis

Teach Me To Stay – Brian Maddox

Teardrop – Massive Attack

The Big Guns – Jenny Lewis & The Watson Twins

The Box – Johnny Flynn

The Boy With the Arab Strap – Belle & Sebastian

The Bridge – The Gourds

The Glass Parade – Cary Brothers

The Last One – Cary Brothers

The Monitor – Bishop Allen

The Sporting Life – The Decemberists

The Stoop – Little Jackie

The World Exploded Into Love – Bob Schneider

The Yeah Yeah Yeah Song – The Flaming Lips

This Is It – Ryan Adams

This is My Now – Jordin Sparks

Tie a Yellow Ribbon – Dawn

To Go Home – M. Ward

Town Called Malice – The Jam

Trouble Sleeping – Corinne Bailey Rae

Tuesday Night – Adam Hood

Untouched – The Veronicas

Verdi Cries – 10,000 Maniacs

Walk on the Wild Side – Lou Reed

Walt Whitman’s Niece – Billy Bragg & Wilco

Was I On Your Mind – Jessie Baylin

We Will Become Silhouettes – The Postal Service

What I’m Trying to Say, Part 2 – Stars

When I Met the Girl – Big Kid

When We Are One – Gabriel Mann

Yes, I’m Cold – Chris Bathgate

You’re Beautiful – James Blunt

Young Folks – Peter Bjorn & John

Your Ex-Lover is Dead – Stars

Yours to Keep – Teddybears

Zak & Sara – Ben Folds