I have had a song stuck in my head for days. This song even permeated my dreams. This song is terrible, and I have no idea why it inhabited the cells that make up my brain. Amazingly, this song was lifted from those cells, and I did not have a song to perform today's task of taking the chorus of a song in your head, and rewriting it about something in your vicinity. I chose to put the ipod on random and came up with Death Cab for Cutie's - "Crooked Teeth".
His chorus is:
Cuz you can't find nothing at all,
if there was nothing there all along.
No, you can't find nothing at all,
if there was nothing there all along.
Now, I have a terrible monitor at work. This thing weighs as much as the average elephant, can display as many colors as an elephant's skin. So I wrote my chorus about my monitor.
Well, you caan't seee the colors at all,
thiiis mo-ni-tor is so very old.
No, you caan't seee the colors at aaall,
thiiis mo-ni-tor is so very old.
I wrote out how to drag the words out to fit the way it's sung. If you want to hear it, check out the song on Amazon here or on Itunes.
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