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Tuesday, 3:26 pm in Archive

Goodbye to the summer
Sold down the river
Unhappy ever after
Well did you ever
Did you ever reach for the glued-down penny
Same old joke and it’s not funny
Burns are red, bruises blue
Out with the old, cheated by the new

Do you suffer from long-term memory loss
I don’t remember
Do you suffer from long-term memory loss
I don’t remember

You sing the same old verse
Stick like glue for better or worse
What goes around comes around
Again again again
This heart pulled apart
Hydra fighting head to head
Burns are red, bruises blue
Out with the old cheated by the new

Do you suffer from long-term memory loss
I don’t remember
Do you suffer from long-term memory loss
I don’t remember

Do you suffer from long-term memory loss
I don’t remember
Do you suffer from long-term memory loss
I don’t remember

Memories of things that never happened
These are always the hardest to forget
All the old friends and the loved ones
These are the people you haven’t even met
Looking forward into the old days
Looking back at what there will be
There’s no reality
it’s just an illusion
There’s no real sanity
just plain confusion

How do you feel?
Well I don’t know just how I feel
All I know that I love you girl (what is real)
It’s so real, so real, surreal

Here we go!

There is no single circumstance
I never took a final chance
I made it something that you can see and touch forever
I always looked the same from every angle and never cast a shadow
That would change the way you thought about your very being
That what what you were seeing would always be
Would always be
Would always be the truth

How do you feel?
Well I don’t know just how I feel
All I know that I love you girl (what is real)
It’s so real, so real, surreal
It’s so real, so real, surreal
It’s so real, so real, surreal
Ooh it’s so real, so real, surreal
Oh all right ahhh!
Well I don’t know just how I feel

“We have a tradition of whimsy here at Zevo toys. Dad began that tradition with Milton the Friendly Elephant and it carries all the way through the new line.”

There is no single circumstance
I never took a final chance
I made it something that you can see and touch forever
I always looked the same from every angle and never cast a shadow
That would change the way you thought about your very being
That what what you were seeing would always be
Would always be
Would always be the truth

How do you feel?
Well I don’t know just how I feel
All I know that I love you girl
It’s so real, so real, surreal

All the seasons I have spoken
All the reasons I have rhymed
For the state of incandescence
Just imagine what is real
Simply then the words were spoken
Just imagine what is real

What is real
What is real

I used to be obsessed with that song. There was probably about a month straight I rented the movie Toys and would just watching the ending credits over and over again to listen to this (there’s another version sung by Williams and Cusack earlier in the film but it’s shorter and quite a bit different). It’s also one of the first songs I transcribed. I must have been in about year six at the time.

Years later I finally downloaded it off Napster. I got a jonesin’ to listen to both it and “Amnesia” (a far superior song to “Tubthumping”) only to find the CDs I’d burnt them on had been lost or destroyed. Not happy.

I’m very slowly replacing them via the magic of eMule, but that program is pretty frigid when it comes to allowing people to download. Priority is ass, I reckon, because they cheat out people who don’t share 100 gig of porn. I mean, if people wanted to be fair they’d pay for stuff.

Ah well.

Back to researching about Benjamin Constant for my speech tomorrow. Now there was one crazy guy; university at 13, matriculated at 14, gambling debts and a mistress at the same age… then he made some historic speech about ancient and modern liberty about ten years before he died and viola, we get to study the poor guy. Unfortunatley most of the biographies on him are French and, well, my French extends to bonjour and not much further. The one biography I did find in English was written in ‘49, so it uses all these funny turns of phrase I’m sure don’t mean what they sound like they mean… Silly English language.

• Music » Chumbawamba, "Amnesia"