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When I signed on through Blogger just now, the whole darned operation was done in French. Even now, it's asking me whether I want enregistrer en mode brouillon or publier. Perhaps to honor new French President Kaposis Sarcoma (or whatever le diable his nom is)?
On my way to Nino's Tuscany last night to sing Jerry Scott his birthday song, I was reworking the release, which had inadvertently contained an identity in died/dyed. When I got up to sing it, it was too dark to read my chicken scratches, and I'd had enough Peroni, Pouilly-Fuissé and Campari to bomb royally, and bomb royally is what I proceeded to do. Ah, me. The revised release:
Are you past your "sell-by" date?
Will you soon be called the late—?
Do your candles and your weight
Coincide?
And I've added an interpolation to the ending to make a virtue of necessity:
Why should your satellite dish? (spoken: Wait for it—!)
We'll say you're thirty-nine . . . ish.
Lyric © 2007 Nathaniel DesH. Petrikov
On my way to Nino's Tuscany last night to sing Jerry Scott his birthday song, I was reworking the release, which had inadvertently contained an identity in died/dyed. When I got up to sing it, it was too dark to read my chicken scratches, and I'd had enough Peroni, Pouilly-Fuissé and Campari to bomb royally, and bomb royally is what I proceeded to do. Ah, me. The revised release:
Are you past your "sell-by" date?
Will you soon be called the late—?
Do your candles and your weight
Coincide?
And I've added an interpolation to the ending to make a virtue of necessity:
Why should your satellite dish? (spoken: Wait for it—!)
We'll say you're thirty-nine . . . ish.
Lyric © 2007 Nathaniel DesH. Petrikov
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