It is so great. I am more than happy to share it with the world. The more people that see it, the more laughter and joy there will be in the world.


and also the more people that will understand my inside jokes


Call us Aaron Burr the way we're droppin Hamiltons

Mr. Pibb + Red Vines = Crazy Delicious!


Lazy Sunday
http://www.youtube.com/watch.php?v=IggTu7kV7No

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i always mean to post this and i always forget. I always mean to correct people and show them proof, but i get sidetracked. but i remembered this time. I have had enough. it is time to set the record straight.

i know there are a lot of you out there that love the bluegrass-folk-esque cover of Snoop Dogg's "Gin and Juice." You downloaded it, probably during the period of musical freedom and unrest when Napster was free, under the understanding, based on the name of the song, that you were downloading a cover performed by a big-time band. A name you recognized. Someone you already liked. Phish, O.A.R., Dave Matthews, Blues Traveler, Nickel Creek. Phish was the most popular. So popular, in fact, that everyone believed it was Phish and in the collective mind, there was no challenging that fact. If the masses are all wrong, but are wrong together, then inside that group, all think they are right. This is the case of this song.

Sure the song is fun and brilliant and awesome for white suburban kids to roll down the windows of their BMW and sing out the gangsta lyrics with a southern twang as they drive out of the mall parking lot. But this is not Phish's cover. Nor is it Dave, Blues Traveler or any of those other bands that the Napster liars told you it was. (that always pissed me off, when someone gave a song the wrong title or artist because they had no idea what the hell they were talking about)

so here is the revelation. here is the true band behind the now-famous cover of "Gin and Juice." the band is called The Gourds and they are from Texas. They say they have always thought about taking hip hop songs and covering them. Feeling the liberation and hilarity that is inherent in a white Texan singing lyrics like "Yeah, so we gonna smoke an ounce to this, G’s up, hoes down, while you muthafuckas bounce to this"

i know this is like trying to swim against the current in a raging stream. everyone has had that song for so long and it has always said "Phish - Gin and Juice (Snoop Dogg Cover)" and they will not easily swallow the truth. Something that you thought you knew must be true, since everyone else has the same thing. Collective stupidity does not change the reality of truth. And the truth is that Phish did not record that song you downloaded.
Am I ruling out Phish every having covered that song? No. In fact, if i were them and had a shred of intelligence and business knowledge, I would start covering "Gin and Juice" at all my concerts. That would solidify the belief that Phish really did record it and there would be no more room for complaining or contesting. and The Gourds would be completely shunned and rejected and forgotten, even though so many people know their song by heart. It wouldnt be right for Phish to do that, but it would be brilliant business and marketing. then again, it isnt right for them to get recognition and attention and fame for a song they didnt record.

oh well. such is life.

so there it is. the truth. do with it what you will. go change the label on that MP3 you have. go check out some of The Gourds stuff on their website. Pay a little homage to the artists who brought you such enjoyment in your car on those summer days, yet got no recognition for it.

go here for more on The Gourds and the recognition that was stolen from them by Napster idiots. Click here for The Gourds website.


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i'm telling you. it is sheer genius.


Peter: It's already done. I dropped them all off at Toys for Toddlers last night.
Brian: All? Peter, only only one gift was for charity, the rest were for the family.
Peter: No, the rest were from the family. Weren't they? (Pauses.) Oh crap...since when did they change the meaning of "for" to "from"?
Brian: They had a meeting about it last night.
Peter: Why wasn't I told?
Brian: They sent you a card, but it said "for Peter" on it so you must of thought it was from you, so you didn't...you know, its just easier to call you stupid.


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and today I will trust you with confidence of a man who's never known defeat.
but tomorrow, upon hearing what I did, I will stare at you in disbelief.
oh, inconsistent me. crying out for consistency.


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If I bent like you said was best, would that change a thing?
If I spend myself 'til nothing's left, would you still leave me here?

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Kryptonite underneath; you used to be her Superman,
But now you're fading, now you're weak.
Never how or why it worked to play the big lie.
To dim the truth from causing wet eyes.


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I could be serious but I'm just kiddin' around
I could be anything, anything but sticking around

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I had these two best friends
Till the school bus came
And took my friends away

One she cared for my bones
Fed me ice-cream cones
One she cared for my happiness
And wouldn't leave me alone


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"can I just say that I have never wanted to get a boob job more than since i came to this town. I used to want laser eye surgery, but now I have to rethink my whole lifestyle."

in reference to Las Vegas in a documentary about being a showgirl.

"i told my mom it was a topless show and she was like, 'eh, whatever. i've seen 'em'"

same documentary

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It's 4 in the morning.
Mother don't know that I'm going far away.
She's whispering to the moon:
"I hope he don't join you soon"


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they say that hindsight's always 20 / 20
well i think im finally beginning to see
i should have known from the very start
from out of mouth comes the overflow of heart

dont look now, cause my foot's in my mouth once again


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Love is like a dying ember
And only memories remain
And through the ages I'll remember
Blue eyes crying in the rain

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i gotta rush away, she said, been to Boston before
but anyway, this change i've been feeling doesnt make the rain fall
no big differences these days, just the same old walkaways
someday i'm gonna stay, but not today

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long as i remember, the rain been comin down

I'll fake it through the day with some help from Johnny Walker red
Send the poisoned rain down the drain to put bad thoughts in my head

I know you'd rather see me gone
than to see me the way that I am
but I am in your life, anyway

It's a comedy of errors, you see;
it's about taking a fall to vanish into oblivion
it's easy to do and I try to be,
but you know me I come back when you want me to


Life is hard and so am i
You'd better give me something so i don't die
Life is white and i am black
Jesus and his lawyer are coming back
This paint-by-numbers life is fucking with my head

once again


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I'm a fool for distraction
Can't keep cool throughout my action
Once in a while I find satisfaction
I have too much care beyond my reach
And too much love that I can't preach
What I really need is consistency

Everywhere that I go I don't want to be
Cause I keep telling me "You're missing out, gotta move, gotta break on free"
A modern-day busybacksoon

What if what I need is just to believe
Day in day out I find I'm searching for the key
My head and heart are too stubborn to agree
Where it begins must lie within me

I've been so busy finding my way
I'm not content with the roles I've been playing
But something occurred to me just the other day
I am who I am
Come what may



now all that is left is believing my own press...

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it's times like these when silence means everything
no one is to know about this...
it's a shame, i dont think they'll notice
it's a shame, i doubt they even care
don't let me down...


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did you think that you were dreaming?
sometimes i don't know

because i was out on the radio just starting to change
somewhere out in America, it's just starting to rain
could you could tell me one thing you remember about me?

cant you see me?
cant you see my walls tumbling down?
cant you see my walls crumbling down?
cant you see my sun stopped spinning 'round?
cant you see that sky turned black and brown?
cant you see that moon go flashing 'round?
cant you see me?

she said no.

she says you're changing
well, we're always changing and it does not bother me to say
this isnt love
cause if you dont want to talk about it
then it isnt love
and i guess im just gonna have to just live with that
i'm sure there's something in a shade of grey, or something in between
i can always change my name if that's what you need

i'm not gonna bed and i'm not gonna break
and i'm not gonna worry about it anymore

it's not all that easy
so maybe i should just snatch her up in a butterfly net or
pin her down on a photograph album, well i am not worried
i just do the same thing over and over and over again
then i stop to think about the consequences cause i dont get no sleep
no, i never sleep

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I'm cold and I'm ashamed, bound and broken on the floor
You're a little late, I'm already torn

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i am covered in skin
no one gets to come in
pull me out from inside


coffee black and egg white

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painful realization of the day....or rather nostalgic pining leading to emotional association...

after reading an announcement request about an international cookie exchange, a note at the bottom saying "Bring 3 dozen cookies for tasting and exchanging," i was immediately taken back home to my mother's kitchen in the weeks before Christmas. The year doesn't matter. Could be High School, Middle School or even Homeschool. The vivid smeel and excitement of the kitchen as my mom worked to make cookies. I can only imagine how my face lit up (although I am sure not as much in the later years when I was too cool to be bothered by emotional response) when the wall of spices and sugar in the air hit my face like a down-filled sack in a pillow fight. What a feeling of comfort and security. A feeling of home. I had not realized how much i missed that excitement, those smells, helping test the first batch, getting upset when I saw a dozen or two walk out the door on their way to some party or get-together (hoping against hope that the baking magic would be replicated for the cookie fans here at home). That is when I always knew it was the holiday season. That is how I knew Christmas was coming.

I didn't realize how much I missed it, but I can smell those cookies, as if I had just walked in the front door.


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These are your good years, don't take my advice.
you never wanted the nice boys anyway.
and I'm of good cheer cause I've been checking my list.

The gifts you're receiving from me will be one awkward silence and two hopes you cry yourself
to sleep, staying up, waiting by the phone.

You're the last thing I wanna see underneath the tree.


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You always fold just before you're found out
Drink up
It's last call, last resort,
But only the first mistake

These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by

Why don't you show me the little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress, love


I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me


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the circus is falling down on its knees
big top is crumbling down
These trained conversations are passing me by
And i don't have nothing to say...


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The way that girl can break a heart
It’s like a work of art
And this is the worst part
She knows it

And she’s so confident
That she’s what everybody wants
But nobody wants
Her to know that

The way that girl can turn a head
Well she is such a threat
But don’t ever forget
She knows it

And she’s got it all
All figured out
And she won’t let you doubt
She knows it


I’m still waiting for
You to be the one I’m waiting for


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heaven is a chocolate train with a monkey conductor that farts lollipops


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I'm talented with reason
I cover all the angles.
I can fail before I ever try.

Try to understand there's an old mistake
that fools will make and,
I'm the king of them
pushing everything that's good away

so, won't you hold me now?

I will not bend, I will not break





yeah, Chris. You're right. You're always right.

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why do i crave the things worst for me when i am upset or depressed?

Chanello's pizza
Taco Bell Chili-cheese Burittos
Bailey's Ice Cream
McDonald's Double Cheeseburgers (plain)
Wendy's Triple with Cheese, Lettuce and Mayo
All-you-can-eat Mongolian
Wawa Spicy Sausage


and that's just the food...


at least it isn't crystal meth or something like that....to look on the bright side.


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Well I've been fanning flames from these old coals.
Feeding them with tinder, and hoping they will grow.
Well I've been savoring what I can't hold.
A blind belief in goodness
That doesn't seem to show.

And everyone watched me waste myself,
and everyone cheered at last.
And all of them found it comforting.
It's better it's me, than them.

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if you are the shores, i am the waves begging for big moons
i'm mailing letters to addresses in a ghost town

my worst fears are letting out
why put a new address on the same old loneliness
when breathing just passes the time
until we all just get old and die

your secret's out
i know this hurts
it was meant to



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I found it strange this morning that I was actually looking forward to my workout. Granted this was after rolling out of bed grumpily and not wanting to do anything but go back to bed. It wasn't until I was putting my gym bag in the locker that I realized I was excited. Maybe it was my body anticipating the adrenaline and endorphins. Maybe it was something else. Who knows. But it is a new thing for me. Being excited about anything early in the morning has rarely happened for me. Probably not since the days of waking up to cancelled school.

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