April 2011
March 2011
A song I know all the words to? Estas loca, 30 Day Challenge? I know the words to like, a good half of my iTunes playlist! That’s exaggerating, but I certainly know about 300 songs or more by heart!
How about I just go with my favorite song to sing that isn’t a Queen Barbra Streisand song (my top 5 favorite songs-to-sing are Barbra Streisand songs… so I’ll be nice and pick something else).
I pride myself on knowing all the words to some of Regina Spektor’s most ridiculous songs. One such song is Bobbing for Apples, but since it ends with rather raunchy and risqué lyrics, I’ll go with another wacky song of hers (which is also quite sad… no surprise there). The song is entitled Loveology, and unfortunately there is no Studio Recording of the song. There is only one live version that I have been able to find, and that is this version:
“Sit down class,
open up your textbooks to page forty-two.
Porcupineology, antlerology,
Carology, busology, trainology, planeology.
Mamaology, papaology… youology, meology.
Loveology, kissology. Stayology, pleaseology.”
He picked celery
So school could end early
Migrant workers picked for our day off
Treat us like [David]Hasselhoff
CHORUS:
Cesar Chavez-AHH[orgasmic yell]
Stuck en mi CABEZAUH-MAY-ZING!
- Lacey: Ramon requested me as a facebook friend. THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT.
- Andrea: HE'S IN LOVE WITH YOU!
- Lacey: NO ANDREA. he's in love with you. Do not make me spread rumors about the two of you to your mom!
- Andrea: do you really wanna do that, Lacey? I have leverage on you. >:]
- Lacey: You do? And what kind of leverage would that be?
- Andrea: NO MORE INVITES TO DINNERS AT THE BEARD RESIDENCE.
- Lacey: Ramon? Who's Ramon?
Day 07 - A Song That Reminds You Of An Event
The event that this Smiths song reminds me of is my grandpa’s death. Morbid, right? I mean, songs always date back to a place in people’s memories. I just thought I’d go with the song that brought with it the strongest emotions.
When my Grandpa died on December 23rd, 2010, I was hoping it would mean “PRIVATE CHRISTMAS.” Instead we got a full house full of relatives from my Mom’s side when it was clear that my Dad was grieving. What can you do?
However, even I wanted some alone time. And when half your family is sleeping at your house, well… it’s hard to get that privacy. Except for in the tub. From the 23rd to New Years, I isolated myself anyway I could. Even Christmas was a private affair, for I merely stayed in my room rather than eating tamales with the rest of my family.
But during all those days I listened to nothing but sad music, which includes a lot of music by The Smiths. One song in particular was, I Know It’s Over, which brings back memories of my grief. More specifically, memories of me sulking in the shower and bathtub.
Her name was Andrea
Making young boys hit puberty earliuh-uh-uh-uh
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YOU ARE SUCH A BEAUTIFUL SOUL.
This is Manu’s response to my earlier lamenting about not having a song ever written about me. Or just Andrea’s in general. :’)
Day 06 - A Song That Reminds You Of Somewhere
This one is EASY-PEEZY. Well, mostly because there’s only one song that reminds me of a place (excluding all the songs I have from Disneyland; sure, they remind me of the park and rides and stuff, but the song I pick for this entry is even MORE magical than Disneyland!).
Every time I go on a road trip, I listen to this song. Not only is it moving and beautiful, but it is the perfect soundtrack to everything California is! I mean, California is the most beautiful, diverse and majestic state in the United States. I will listen to “Tara’s Theme” from Gone With The Wind a million times over when I’m on road trips.
In other words, if the state of California ever had a soundtrack, this song would have to be #1 on the track-listing.
Andrea and I were going to do this but it’s so mainstream. So instead we’re going to drift into the sand. We are going to hit up the Mojave Desert this summer.
wassup, hateonit~ <3
HOLLA.
Letter to Virginia Woolf, written by Vita Sackville-West
I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia.I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of the night, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. You, with all your undumb letters, would never write so elementary a phrase as that; perhaps you wouldn’t even feel it. And yet I’ believe you’ll be sensible of a little gap. But you’d clothe it in so exquisite a phrase that it would lose a little of its reality. Whereas with me it is quite stark: I miss you more than I could’ve believed, and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is just really a squeal of pain. It is incredible how essential to me you have become. I suppose you are accustomed to people saying these things. Damn you, spoilt creature! I shan’t make you love me anymore bu giving myself away like this, but oh—my fear, I cannot be clever and stand-offish with you. I love you far too much for that. You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I don’t love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defenses.
And I don’t really resent it.
A lot of songs remind me of a lot of different people. That’s one of the most magical things about music, its ability to flood memories back into a person’s mind. But what can I say for this entry? Britney songs remind me of Manu. Fall Out Boy reminds me of Lacey and her sister, Kaley. Trashy music like Miley Cyrus and Ke$ha remind me of Jared. Indie music will forever remind me of Ryan, and Metallica and Megadeth remind me of Tylor.
But I suppose I’ll be heartfelt with this one. You know the song, “You Are My Sunshine”? That song will never NOT remind me of my Nana and Tata. I mean, it’s not like my Nana ever sang it to me. But my Tata always sang it to me when I was a little girl. Every time I’d visit him and Nana, he and I would sit down together and he’d sing it to me. But he would always tell a story before he sang it, about how he loved the melody but never knew the words in English. So one day he asked someone to write the words down for him in English so that he could sing it to me.
There are many pretty versions of this song on the Internet, but none compare to my Tata’s.