Day 31: January 31, 2009

Question 5:
What kind of business would you love to start?

Responses:

• Hands down, I would love to start a business selling used books and baked goods. In a small cafe-type place. With hardwood floors and a small-town feel. Where you can sit for a few hours and drink a cup of coffee and read an old copy of a Tom Robbins book. I think the books would be pretty cheap, but the money is in the cafe stuff. All natural ingredients, healthy options, good quality ingredients. Smiles are free.
• A theatre

Song:
Australia, by The Shins

Lyrics:
(In a faux German accent):Time to put the eargoggles on
No!

La La La La,
La La La La,
La La La La,

Born to multiply,
Born to gaze into night skies,
All you wants one more Saturday.
Well look here, until then
They gonna buy your life’s time
So keep your wick in the air and your feet in the fetters
‘Till the day
We come in doing cartwheels
We all crawl out by ourselves
And your shape on the dance floor
Will have me thinking such filth and gouge my eyes.

You be damned to be one of us, girl,
Faced with the dodo’s conundrum
I felt like I could just fly
But nothing happened every time I tried.

A dual tone on the wall
The selfless fool who hoped he’d save us all
never dreamt of such sterile hands.
You keep them folded in your lap,
Or raise them up to beg for scraps,
You know he's holding you down
With the tips of his fingers just the same.
Will you be pulled from the ocean,
But just a minute too late,
Or changed by a potion,
And find a handsome young mate
For you to love.

You'll be damned to pining through the windowpanes,
You know you'd trade your life for any ordinary Joe’s,
Well do it now or grow old.
Your nightmares only need a year or two to unfold.

Been alone since you were twenty-one,
You haven't laughed since January.
You try and make like this is so much fun,
But we know it to be quite contrary.

La la la la la la
Dare to be one of us, girl,
Facing the android's conundrum,
I felt like I should just cry,
But nothing happens every time I take one on the chin,
You're humoring your coat,
You don't know how long I've been,
Watching the lantern dim,
Starved of oxygen,
So give me your hand,
And let's jump out the window.