Blog: Melissa Miserable

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I'm pretty much self-assured in the fact that I have no life. It bothers me more somedays than not. Today, whatever. And this is what I read: http://slutever.org/

Originally recorded by Petula Clark (co written by Georges Aber and Tony Hatch) and released in '65... The above video is actually an Aussie oldie by Lynne Randall released in '66. Quite similar to the original but different, you'll see. Patula is French. Lynne is not. 66' also saw the release of two other versions: The Remains were playing catchup with their take ; The Liverpool Five's version fucking jams ('66). [...]

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I don't know why I love you, boy I love you, boy I don't know why I said goodbye I love you I don't know why I said goodbye I love you You the only one for me I wish I would have seen that early I love you You the only one for me I wish I would have seen that early I love you You spinning 'round and 'round in my head I just want to go lay down in bed with you [...]

I got them all: some are more delicious than others... Bo River Aaron Ajak Pixie Xiao Alice Herieth Cassie Laura Rita Rob David Abbey Callum Kyle Yuri Tomo [...]

As you probably know, the life of a musician playing independent music is not a lucrative one. So when one hits a snag in life that taps the resources and makes working an outside job impossible, times get really hard. This is where Dan and Letha Melchior find themselves right now. You know Dan as one of the best underground rock & roll songwriters around. He's released records on labels such as In the Red, Hangman, S.S., Siltbreeze, Daggerman and others, and played with his bands the Broke Review and Das Menace, as well as Billy Childish and Holly Golightly. [...]

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Eisbär Eisbär Kaltes alles Kaltes alles Eisbär Eisbär oh Eisbär Ich möchte ein Eisbär sein Im kalten Polar dann müßte ich nicht mehr schrein alles wär so klar Eisbären müssen nie weinen ////TRANSLATION: (much credit to my German High School teacher) Polar Bear Polar Bear Everything's Cold Everything's Cold Polar Bear Polar Bear oh Polar Bear I want to be a polar bear In the cold Arctic I do not have to cry anymore Everything would be so clear Polar Bears must never cry...

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When I was waiting in a bar, where were you? When I was buying you a drink, where were you? When I was crying at home in bed, where were you? When I watched you from a distance, did you see me? You were standing in a queue, did you see me? You had yellow hair, did you see me? I want to talk to you all night, do you like me? [...]

What a day for me What a day for me Feels so strange I don't know what time or day it is What a trip for me What a trip for me I was this I was that I was anything I wanted to be [...]

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That's me and my dad. My dad wasn't like the other dads. His idea of fun was drinking beer and jokingly shaking down my friends (then six and seven) for money. Besides teaching me how to DJ he taught me how to bullshit. This was one of his best qualities. One of my fondest memories was him keeping a fire hydrant in his trunk that he would occasionally leave on the side walk when he wanted to save a parking spot. He said he saw it in a movie once. [...]

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I've been contemplating suicide, But it really doesn't suit my style. So I think I'll just act bored instead, [...]

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