This seemed oddly appropriate today...
"Party Generation," by Dar Williams
When he turned 34, but who's counting?
He couldn't find anyone who wanted to party
So he walked around the playground with a bag of Mickey's Tallboys
And he heard the sound of laughter and he followed it for fifteen blocks.
There was a house between Mavis and Water
They were out on the porch, they were inside playing Quarters
And he said, "Don't you know the game Kazaam? It's a better game.
You point your elbow at someone, and say somebody else's name.
And it alternates whose turn it is, and if you lose, you drink."
They said, "Man, you really make us think. Yeah, you make us think."
When he turned 34, but who's counting?
He couldn't find anyone who wanted to party
So he walked around the playground with a bag of Mickey's Tallboys
And he heard the sound of laughter and he followed it for fifteen blocks.
There was a house between Mavis and Water
They were out on the porch, they were inside playing Quarters
And he said, "Don't you know the game Kazaam? It's a better game.
You point your elbow at someone, and say somebody else's name.
And it alternates whose turn it is, and if you lose, you drink."
They said, "Man, you really make us think. Yeah, you make us think."
Labels: history writ small, junk
posted by Courtney at 7:07 AM
5 Comments:
Party on! Which typed out seems more like, Party On, Wayne! Party on, Garth! - both are fitting.
So, okay, like, I actually bought your card on time. But have I mailed it? Noooooo. Eep. Sorry.
Cryptic much? Anyway, it took your comment over at my joint for me to realize it's YOUR birthday. Happy Birthday!
HB, lady.
That's me, cryptic is my middle name. Quinn Cryptic the Brain.
Thanks, all.
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