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Bad Music Thursday


Besides the entire Alanis Morrisette catalog, no song has bothered me nearly so much as Deep Blue Something's "Breakfast at Tiffany's" It is the epitome of pointless Lite FM drivel.
VERSE1:
You say we've got nothing in common
No common ground to start from
And we're falling apart
You say the world has come between us
Our lives have come between us
But I know you just don't care

CHORUS:
And I said "What about Breakfast at Tiffany's?"
She said "I think I remember the film
And as I recall, I think we both kinda liked it"
And I said "Well, that's the one thing we've got"

I see you, the only one who knew me
But now your eyes see through me
I guess I was wrong
So what now? It's plain to see we're over
I hate when things are over
When so much is left undone
This shit makes Matchbox Twenty look profound.

George Peppard and I are the same height. We have one other thing in common.

This entry was posted on Thursday, January 19, 2006 at 11:11 PM. You can skip to the end and leave a response.

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8:09 AM

Yes. The droning. The whining.

Oh, the inanity!

I concur with your analysis.    



10:18 PM

I read this post yesterday, but I hate that stinking "Breakfast at Tiffany's" song so much it took me until now to comment.    



7:05 AM

When I put on my ipod (under the guise I'll exercise) and then it deteriorates into me pretending I'm a rock star I can't to listen to drivel like that. I feel like I've wrote the song so it has to be in my voice.

And hows that for a frightening, revealing first time to your blog comment?    



1:14 PM

Just making sure there aren't any bad commenters over here!!!

Thanks for keeping it clean!

TTYL!!    



3:11 PM

I like that song, and I like alanis, can I still come over? I'm really sorry.    



5:32 PM

You can come here, GrandPoo. I give you permission.

I'm taking over Sysm's blog. So, if Sysm mysteriously starts complaining about menstrual cramps and how tight his bra is, you'll know why.

Shut it, Calzone, or I'll shut it for you. Mutant lizard.    



10:30 PM

Thanks Ubes. :)

But I probably should clarify though that I also like Enya, The Cranberries, and Hanson. Can I still come?    



11:31 PM

I used to work next to a guy who had one of those Lite Alternative FM stations going all the time. For what seemed like six months, they had Alanis' "Hand in My Pocket" in hourly rotation. Every time it came on, I paid him $1 to turn off the radio.

It was one of the best investments I ever made.    



4:53 AM

Okay, I'm not a big fan of Hand in My Pocket, but I like the songs that are all full of angst and shit like You Oughta Know.    



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