I'm Sari....two posts in one night.

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   Zeroskilz says Okay, I'm impressed. Never heard of her before. I couldn't talk that fast if I was just sitting still; let alone playint the piano. Thanks.

   Permalink posted 02/15/2008
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   dermahrk says Welcome to MOG. Nellie McKay's playing is impressive here. I own both of her first two CDs and have seen her live. But her rap numbers have all left the iPod long ago. She seems very headstrong and determined to pursue her vision, which hews farther from my tastes as she goes on. So am I hewing closer to asshole-dom?

   Permalink posted 02/16/2008
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   Shoosh says I love this!

   Permalink posted 02/17/2008
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   Nickelsworth says I'm glad it got such a good reception. And not liking her new stuff and not appreciating her talent are two different things. You are no closer now than you were before I posted this, dermahrk. But watch it! (c:

   Permalink posted 02/18/2008
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   Nickelsworth says Here are the lyrics, as clearly as I can understand them (The live version is just slightly different from the album): Sometimes I feel like I shouldn't apologize so much That it's jive, it's a crutch I just use when I'm judged Or being fudged by a face I can't erase and can't see 'Cause I misplaced a dossier or Monty Python CD Or something stupid like that, but dammit, is that so bad To make my ego go splat, like a tire going flat, or fat on a Big Mac? I'm being attacked, tit for tat, you f---ing bureaucrats, you can just apologize back REFRAIN: But I don't know, and it comes and it goes All the highs and the lows in this motionless psychosis And ay ay ay and I dive in straight away Ay ay ay, and I cry every waking day I don't know what else to say I'm sorry for the mess, the stupid way I'm dressed I guess I failed my test, oh, don't you know, I'm sorry for my views, I must've been confused And yet you know that, really, I'm sorry for you. Well, now, I don't mean to offend...much, just comprehend When you're female and your fenced in and fen-phened to no end And no zen guide to men will help you fend off the bretheren And then the pen appears, and better than the Oxygen network Or the sword, or spear, or fork, or the bored, pork-fed hoard. It's a mooring post, the whore you'll miss the most when you're away When you're in Snowshoe, PA, doin’ some play from Backstage That deals with AIDS, and race, and gays, and relationships, and ballet And you're like, "Hey, hey, what'd you say? I could just sing my troubles away?" And you're f---ed, 'cause you gotta make a buck and the whole world sucks And you're like a lame duck that's dyin', lyin' tryin' to sell out But there's no one buying, and there's all this doubt. You preen and dream and scream and shout But your life's affliction's the fiction of Faust (REFRAIN) I’m sorry for the time, the stupid way I rhyme I knew I should’a chose a life of crime, I’m sorry for my blues, I guess it’s all old news And yet you know that, really, I’m sorry for you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry for you I also mirrored this apology, this ideology of sorry On part of the liberal theology that’s leading us to hare kare It’s like a mythology, almost, like I’m a lingering ghost As we slowly decompose, rotting in the grave of the polls Crying for Senator Wellstone, and then proceeding to moan At our own supposed sabotage of the elections at home. “Oh, somebody phone home, the American people have spoken!” Is that certain? Maybe those nice Midwestern folks were just jokin’ In any case, there’s no use in dopin’, chokin’, mopin’, and sobbin’ Come on, you disheartenin’ dobbins, saying sorry’s my problem So, to conclude I’m little bit of a prude, so it’s difficult for me to have to allude To all this rude, crude verbal baggage, but I manage ‘cause I’m a savage inside I may listen to Enya’s Greatest Hits and try to control my hissy-fits with pride Won’t get my hair dyed, but -?-?-?-?- And I don’t wanna say “Die, mother-f---er!” but I wouldn’t mind if you did Janet Reno has no ego when devoured by the Id. So before I flip my lid -?-?-?-?- get myself out of this bind You can hear what’s on my lips, but you don’t know what’s in my mind. I’m sorry for the mess, the stupid way I’m dressed, I guess I failed my test, oh, don’t you know I’m sorry for my views, I don’t know how to schmooze, And yet you know that, really, I’m sorry for you. (I have never understood the two parts denoted by -?-’s – anyone care to elucidate?)

   Permalink posted 03/03/2008
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   Nickelsworth says That's horde, not hoard...stupid homophones.

   Permalink posted 03/04/2008
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   Hermes says Bienvenido a MOG, herzlich willkommen. Yep, she is political ;). (in allusion to my other comment on your other post on Nellie McKay, sorry for the inverse chronological comments ;) ). Technically she's really good, but I'm not a big fan of politically motivated music, though it can surely have its warranty. But anyway, nice post.

   Permalink posted 03/08/2008

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