do. get. get. with it.
this might be called 'thirty one toes'. or perhaps 'do get get'. this one is like that kid you knew who just grew up weird. it should have been on the soundtrack for 'after hours', that odd little nyc flick with griffin dunne and rosanna arquette.
dialogue: (from imdb.com)
Paul Hackett: Which way you headed?
Marcy: Downtown, SoHo.
Paul Hackett: Oh, nice... nice. A loft?
Marcy: Yeah, she's a sculptress. Lately she's been making these Plaster of Paris bagel and cream cheeses.
Paul Hackett: Really...
Marcy: She's tryin to sell 'em as paperweights. You wanna buy one?
Paul Hackett: Paperweights?... uh, yeah I would. How much are they?
Marcy: I don't know. Well, if you think you might be interested, her number is 243-3460.
Paul Hackett: 243-3460.
Marcy: Her name's Kiki Bridges.
christina on guitar and vox. yours truly on liveloops and keys.
lyrics:
i am oh so paranoid
writing up the list of do's and don't's
i don't swear in front of children
but i do inside my car
call the ambulance
i've broken every rule again
i am
addicted to addictions deeper than your average cigarette
i guess you do get what you do get get with it my little pet
i guess you do get what you do get get with it my little pet
and these things they say are good for us
they're doing us no good
cause i am much worse off since making resolutions 5 years past
i will give up everything i love exchanged for time that spent
punching clocks and punching walls until my knuckles hurt like heck
i guess you do get what you do get get with it my little pet
i guess you do get what you do get get with it my little pet