Nobody's fault but mine
It's nobody's fault but mine
Try to save my soul tonight
Oh, it's nobody's fault but mine

Devil he told me to roll
Devil he told me to roll roll roll roll
How to roll the log tonight
Nobody's fault but mine

Brother he showed me the gong
Brother he showed me the ding dong ding dong
How to kick that gong to life
Oh, it's nobody's fault but mine

Got a monkey on my back
M-M-Monkey on my back back back back
Gonna change my ways tonight
Nobody's fault but mine

I will get down rollin' tonight
N-N-N-Nobody's fault.

Your Song - Elton John

Listening to a soundtrack CD I made several years ago.  It's really good!  It's got the themes to Superman, Batman '89, Willow, Back to the Future, the finale and end credits for Signs, Jurassic Park, and The Hunt for Red October.  It's a really good CD so far, and it's like I'm rediscovering it.  We'll see what else it has.

The Day We Burned My Mother's Things - Dame Edna Everage.

Somehow I need to listen to Trash Metal this morning:

"Tom Angelripper - Auf nach Wacken"

http://soundcloud.com/doctordude/ke-ha-vs-the-beatles-tik-tok-together-a-doctordude-mashup

Beatles/Ke$ha remix. Pretty cool until Ke$ha starts singing.

"Zombie" by The Cranberries.

Magic Dance : Kelley Polar

Faith No More : Epic

as this just played on in the back-ground now whilst browsing.

"Sex Type Thing" by the Stone Temple Pilots.

Day after day alone on the hill
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him
They can see that he's just a fool
And he never gives an answer

But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round

Well on the way, head in a cloud
The man of a thousand voices is talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hears him
Or the sound he appears to make
And he never seems to notice

But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round

And nobody seems to like him
They can tell what he wants to do
And he never shows his feelings

But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round

Oh, oh, oh

Round 'n round 'n round 'n round 'n round

And he never listen to them
He knows that they're the fools
They don't like him
 

The fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round

Oh, round 'n round 'n round 'n round 'n round

Oh!

Been listening to this whole record a lot lately. I really hope I can get a hold of the tickets for next wednesday's special screening of MMT.

"Town With No Cheer" by Tom Waits.

"Sin" by the Stone Temple Pilots.

Yes, I am obsessed with them at the moment, thank you very much.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TTokei9-jw8

how did this not become the new (and improved) rickroll?

Trip like I do - The Crystal Method [Not the version they did with Filter..]

I refuse to post in a thread started by a dude with a MLP avatar.

Mah other man.

*less-secret handshake with Frink*

Scotch Rhapsody'
 
'Do not take a bath in Jordan,Gordon,On the holy Sabbath, on the peaceful day!'Said the huntsman, playing on his old bagpipe,Boring to death the pheasant and the snipe — Boring the ptarmigan and grouse for fun — Boring them worse than a nine-bore gun.Till the flaxen leaves where the prunes are ripe,Heard the tartan wind a-droning in the pipe,And they heard Macpherson say:'Where do the waves go? What hotelsHide their bustles and their gay ombrelles?And would there be room? — Would there be
room? Would 
there be room for me?There is a hotel at OstendCold as the wind, without an end,Haunted by ghostly poor relationsOf Bostonian conversations(Like bagpipes rotting through the walls.)And there the pearl-ropes fall like shawlsWith a noise like marine waterfalls.And 'Another little drink wouldn't do us any harm'Pierces through the Sabbatical calm.And
that 
is the place for me!So do not take a bath in Jordan, Gordon,On the holy Sabbath, on the peaceful day — Or you'll never go to heaven, Gordon Macpherson,And speaking purely as a private personThat is the place — 
that 
is the place — that is the place for me!
 
 — Dame Edith Sitwell (1887–1964

Scotch Rhapsody

Do not take a bath in Jordan, Gordon,
On the holy Sabbath, on the peaceful day! '
Said the huntsman, playing on his old bagpipe,
Boring to death the pheasant and the snipe —
Boring the ptarmigan and grouse for fun —
Boring them worse than a nine-bore gun.
Till the flaxen leaves where the prunes are ripe,
Heard the tartan wind a-droning in the pipe,
And they heard Macpherson say:
'Where do the waves go? What hotels
Hide their bustles and their gay ombrelles?
And would there be room? —

Would there be room?
Would there be room
for
me?

There is a hotel at Ostend
Cold as the wind, without an end,
Haunted by ghostly poor relations
Of Bostonian conversations
(Like bagpipes rotting through the walls.)
And there the pearl-ropes fall like shawls
With a noise like marine waterfalls.
And 'Another little drink wouldn't do us any harm! '
Pierces through the Sabbatical calm.
And that is the place for me!
So do not take a bath in Jordan, Gordon,
On the holy Sabbath, on the peaceful day —
Or you'll never go to heaven, Gordon Macpherson,
And speaking purely as a private person

That is the place
— that is the place
— that is the
place
for
me!
 
Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell

"That Finger on Your Temple is the Barrel of My Raygun" - Stars of the Lid

"Mrs. Robinson" by Simon and Garfunkel.