i’ve been embroiled the last few days in work, sleeping and going to work. plus i’m in full-on monthly hormonal depression which has left me oddly silent. odd, because i am never silent. but when these bouts take over, i tend to pipe right down in order to keep the keyboard psychologists at bay (they are a cousin to the armchair quarterbacks). because when i’m in one of my moods the last thing i need is a bunch of people telling me to get my ass on the latest anti-depressant. what i need when i’m in this mood is for someone to say “hey i was just thinking about you” or “wow, i really missed you.” or, i need some man to use his tongue to trace that curvey blue vein on my hip.
speaking of which, can you think of any songs that mention hips? i’m onto a new playlist idea. so far i’ve only got “something is me” by paul westerberg and “album of the year” by the good life. i haven’t gotten that far in the investigation. probably because i can’t seem to stop listening to Andrew Bird’s “A Nervous Tic Motion of the Head to the Left.”
in other news, there isn’t much other news at all. i got a call from my dad telling me that i don’t have to work at the bowling alley on friday, which means that i’m done for the summer. you know what that means? that means i’m totally available for dates on fridays. act now! the spaces are filling up fast (god, sometimes i make myself laugh so hard that tears run from my eyes). also, i am going to go to my first ever bowling banquet on Friday May, 6th. i am so excited. like i got asked to the prom (which didn’t ever happen) excited. i’ve been working with these schmucks for like five years and this is the first time i ever got invited to the banquet. i promise to bring zippy the wondercam and use him prodigiously.
PJ Harvey’s “Sheela-Na-Gig”: “I’m gonna take these hips to a man who cares.”
oh, nice one!
Honey in Your Hips. I think Eric Clapton.
Rolling Stones – Shake Your Hips
Surely Island In the Sun has to count for something…
“hip, hip…”
rivers, i thought about and rejected both Island in the Sun and Hippie Hippie Shakes
Give me tambourines
A pair of Shakin’ hips-
A must for Roland, NOW!
here, because i was in fact just thinking of you.
Sugar Hill Gang – Rapper’s Delight
you must keep may 20th open for the boobie bash. you can bring zippy the wondercam and anyone else you want, but you must be there!
This Love by Maroon 5
“My pressure on your hips
Sinking my fingertips
Into every inch of you
Cause I know that´s what you want me to do”
Word! Yo!
i love all the hips songs. i can’t wait to go home and make a playlist!
onelinedrawing – bitte ein kusse
“her hips, her hips are like seashells
and i can hear the ocean when i listen”
(i have been trying to remember what that song was ALL DAY 🙂 )
cottonwood, i think i meant ‘ain’t got me’ but wrote ‘something is me.’ i’m a little retarded like that.
Honeydogs – I Miss You
‘I miss your laughing lips, I miss your eyes and hips. Do you miss me? ’cause I miss you.’
Hip To Be Square?
oh…you meant THOSE kind of hips…damn.
“Veronica” by Paw
Little Eva – Locomotion
Roy Orbison – Mean Woman Blues
Stevie Ray Vaughan – Honey Bee
David Bowie – Dirty Song
Motley Crue – Rattlesnake Shake
Wait just a minute
There’s a beautiful survivor
With dancer’s legs and laughing eyes
C’mon “snakehips”, it’s all over now
Strap in tight cause it’s a long sweet ride
Donald Fagan/Trans-Island Skyway
way cool song
Ani DiFranco – Fire Door
I opened the fire door
to four lips
none of which were mine, kissing.
Tightened my belt around my hips
where your hands were missing.
Cleaning House — Grandpaboy (DMS)
Cleaning House
You wipe your lips on my mouth
You wipe your lips on my mouth
And you shake your HIPS, you’re cleaning house
You scratch your thigh on my leg
You scratch your thigh on my leg
You made me rub my eyes, made me beg
You let your hair hand down on my gut
You let your hair hand down on my gut
Now I won’t care, keeping your eyes shut
You wipe your lips on my mouth
You wipe your lips on my mouth
And you shake your HIPS, you’re cleaning house