Wednesday, March 7, 2007

Box City and Tape Harbor

I wrote a song today! My song is called TAPEGUN.
It is sung to the tune of 'Rawhide':

Packing, packing, packing
Keep those boxes stacking
Load them front to back-ing

Keep sorting, sorting, sorting
Lots of junk that we're transporting
And some that needs aborting

I think delirium has finally set in. Is moving the worst thing ever? Perhaps. But the archaeological dig always yields such great artifacts:

There was a time when I-zones were all the rage, I was in a band, and rearranging the Subway sign was as much fun as you could have on a Saturday night.