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Friday 12 December 2003
m. doughty and my front door
Ethan Marcotte has turned me on to the recent M. Doughty
EP. My favorite track is a ballad, (m4a format): forty grand in the hole.
Forty Grand in the Hole
M. Doughty
Forty grand in the hole
scraping my dreams out of the sugar bowl
my love for you is corrupt
write down the words and I’ll snort them up
When will I love someone,
when will someone be mine?
Forty grand in the hole
I’m going to open it up and
let my yearning
shine.
Hours that I have slept, slumping down, down like a narcolept
surrendering to joy, standing in line at Teriyaki Boy
When will I love someone, when will someone be mine?
Forty grand in the hole
I’m going to open it up and
let my yearning
shine.
When will I hear the click
when will I know that it’s time to split?
what is the use of it, what is the life without my heart at risk?
when will I love someone,
when will someone be mine
I’m forty grand in the hole
I’m gonna open it up and let my yearning shine.
That’s Mike Doughty, folks.
Anyway, I really do think I want Bobby Loco at my front door. I’m always looking for righteous security.
Filed under: pop culture
Posted by: site admin | 04:12 | Comments (8)
Does anyone else remember Stan Rogers, the Canadian folk singer who specialized in sea shanties? He died in 1983 too young. I would love to go to a party celebrating old maritime folk music. Invite me?
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