Shuffle meme aka tl;dr

1. Put your music player on shuffle.

2. Press forward for each question.

3. Use the song title as the answer to the question

How does the world see me?
She's a Woman - The Beatles. Oh my. I had no idea.

Will I have a happy life? (what a dangerous question)
You can bring me flowers - Ray LaMontagne. Oh no! :(

What do my friends really think of me?
Jb's Blues - Jeff Beck. Right.

Do people secretly lust after me?
On with the Action (Live) - UFO. LOL! Yay Lights Out :)

How can I make myself happy?
PS I love you - The Beatles. Indeed.

What should I do with my life?
White Rabbit - Jefferson Airplane. I suddenly quite like this what-seemed-to-be-pointless activity. Drugs is the way to go.

What is good advice for me?
I've been used - Jeff Beck Group. : /

How will I be remembered?
My Song - Pat Metheny. :)

What is my signature dance song? (pfft)
Got to give it up - Thin Lizzy. Right.

What do I think my current theme song is? (the question makes no sense)
Penny Lane - The Beatles

What song will play at my funeral?
Oh My/Built for Comfort/Space child/Doctor Doctor (BBC Remasters) - UFO. Brilliant :)

What type of men do I like?
What's the new Mary Jane - The Beatles. So drugs really is the way to go? Subtle.

What is my day going to be like? (it's 3 am so I'll assume it means tomorrow)
Little Green - Joni Mitchell

What's your significant other like?
Michelle - The Beatles. Awww :)

What does next year have in store for me?
You know my name (look up the number) - The Beatles.

What do I say when life gets hard?
You've got to hide your love away - Anthology 2 disc 1 - The Beatles

What do you think of on waking up?
All shook up - Jeff Beck.

What do you want as a career?
For those who love to live - Thin Lizzy

What's your pornstar name?
Try me - UFO. ROFLMAO. Oh nos!

What is the thing I like doing the most?
A woman left lonely - Janis Joplin : / How very not Try Me.

My state of mind?
A remark you made - Weather Report.

Bigger than I feel, softer than I taste.

There's a strange dichotomy here. Sadness about F, happiness for the 3 new girls (three new girls !) and happiness for the pretty song. F is going to take a lifetime to heal. I think though, I am at peace.

I miss being alone. I miss my child. I miss feeling comforted, selfish though that sounds. I am heartily sick of a lot of things and the way some things are, the way there isn't a single *happy* thing right now. I want things to go back to the way they were in 1999. Except that I want Fungus around.

The right-after despondency. I love all this drama and missing/longing. I love the way we are :)

Do not go gentle into that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.



Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.



Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.



Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.



Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.



And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light. 

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Chelsea Hotel

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
you were talking so brave and so sweet,
giving me head on the unmade bed,
while the limousines wait in the street.
Those were the reasons and that was New York,
we were running for the money and the flesh.
And that was called love for the workers in song
probably still is for those of them left.
Ah but you got away, didn't you babe,
you just turned your back on the crowd,
you got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don't need you,
I need you, I don't need you
and all of that jiving around.

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
you were famous, your heart was a legend.
You told me again you preferred handsome men
but for me you would make an exception.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,
we are ugly but we have the music."

And then you got away, didn't you babe...

I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best,
I can't keep track of each fallen robin.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
that's all, I don't even think of you that often.

Death of a ladies man is a terrible album. The music completely ruins a decent set of poems. What a waste of a download. However New Skin for the Old Ceremony makes me very happy. Chelsea Hotel :)