Morning Magic

I can't even remember the last Tuesday morning that I spent in front of my dear sweet screen listening to music and trying to decide what to send for a 2fer. Fun morning. :) At the special request of Vince, we are being serenaded today by the Dead Weather. (Good thinking, Vince!) and the fun part for me is thinking what to match up with it.





I Cut Like a Buffalo by the Dead Weather
Well you know I look like a woman but I
Cut like a buffalo
Stand up like a tower, tall
But I fall
Just like a domino

You can hit me if you want to
Do whatever makes you happy
But don't take it easy on me
'Cause I don't know how to take it

You're a prick with a pin woman

Wake me up when it's broke
But only if it's broken
You know I treat you like a joke bu you
Can't tell when I'm joking

You cut a record on my throat
But the record's not broken

Is that you choking?
Is that you choking?
Is that you choking?
Or are you just joking?

You know I look like a woman but I
Cut it like a buffalo
Wake me up when it's broke
Just like a woman
You cut a record on my throat then you
Break me wide open

You're a prick with a pin woman
Push it into my skin girl
I'm a prick when I sin and I
Know I can't win

You know I look like a woman and I
Cut like a buffalo


Crying Lightning by Arctic Monkeys

Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick.
And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix.

You said: "You're mistaken if you're thinking that I haven't been called cold before"
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then offered me your attention in the form of a gobstopper.
It's all you had left and it was going to waste.

Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game you had called Crying Lightning
And how you liked to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons.

The next time that I caught my own reflection it was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone.
You never looked like yourself from the side but your profile could not hide
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne.

With folded arms you occupied the bench like a toothache,
Stood and puffed your chest out like you'd never lost a war.
Although I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw.

And your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called Crying Lightning
And how you liked to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons.

Uninviting
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes--
You are Crying Lightning

Your pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called Crying Lightning.

Crying Lightning,
Crying Lightning,
Crying Lightning.

Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called Crying...