When I Need A Pick Me Up, by my friend Ryan King

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Three Things

1) This was over the weekend (I haven't yet posted a movie using Blogger so here goes--update, Blogger took too long (two hours with no end in sight, so I YouTubed it instead); Yes, I took the video myself!

2) In reconnecting with MatchGirl (I), I asked to see pictures of her vacation and she wants, gushingly, to show them to me. Is that my invitation to give my personal e-mail? And when she ends the message with "So how are you doing?" on a separate line, how do I prevent telling her everything--which is what I'd like to do so terribly. I want to rest my head in her virtual lap and weep openly. That car wreck's got me all wonky. This morning, I lay in bed until 9:01am, until I realized I was on the wrong side of the street and had to move the car lest I get ticketed.
Help?

3) I discovered a new song off of Janet's new album and it possessed me. And when I tell you possessed, I mean that I remixed it into 24 minute loop and played that continuously all weekend. Yep, obsessive like that. As with any female singer's songs, it's sung about a guy, but the thing that grips me is

A) The music (in absence of Janet's voice power, her most successful songs have wave after wave of layered harmony--no less here) and

B) The car accident theme. Uncanny how I discovered it at this time of life. Here's a YouTube of the song--the visuals are homemade by another fan.

And here are dance classes doing the damn thing to the song. Treat yourself to the little girl at the 01:38 mark



LUV

I've been down this road before
I know it very well
And I just can't believe I've been struck
I didn't see ya (comin')
Like I was (blindfolded)
I'm caught up in (collision)
And now I'm so done
You crept up like a spider
I got caught in your web
And there was no way to escape
I tried to switch (my lane)
But then I hit (my brakes)
Sparks turned into (flames)
I shoulda stopped at the red light 'cause

Now I'm like a deer caught in headlights
Ugh, he hit me with his love, love, love, love, love
He hit me with his (love)
And now I'm in love, love, love, love
Got me caught in a wreck, I'm a mess
Got me caught in a wreck, I'm a mess
Got me caught in a wreck
Somebody call the paramedics 'cause
He hit me with his love, love, love, love

I was grippin' the road
Just knew I had control
So how did I end up gettin' hit
I had on my (belt)
I checked it (myself)
So how in the (world) did I get caught
I had the right of way
The signs you saw you disobeyed
(It was your fault)
I can't believe the way you impacted my heart
I think I should sue ya
I shoulda stopped at the red light 'cause

Now I'm like a deer caught in headlights
Ugh, he hit me with his love, love, love, love, love
He hit me with his (love)
And now I'm in love, love, love, love
Got me caught in a wreck, I'm a mess
Got me caught in a wreck, I'm a mess
Got me caught in a wreck
Somebody call the paramedics 'cause
He hit me with his love, love, love, love

You caught me by surprise
I can't believe that I'm falling for this guy
Somebody call the cops 'cause I'm going flat line
You caught me by surprise
I can't believe that I'm falling for this guy
Somebody call the cops 'cause I'm going flat line

I shoulda stopped at the red light 'cause

Now I'm like a deer caught in headlights
Ugh, he hit me with his love, love, love, love, love
He hit me with his (love)
And now I'm in love, love, love, love
Got me caught in a wreck, I'm a mess
Got me caught in a wreck, I'm a mess
Got me caught in a wreck
Somebody call the paramedics 'cause
He hit me with his love

He crashed into my heart
He crashed into my heart
Somebody call the paramedics 'cause
He hit me with his love
He crashed into my heart
He crashed into my heart
Somebody call the paramedics 'cause
He hit me with his love, love, love, love, love



Addendum--I'm still home because the insurance repairguy called today and is coming to get the car. So no driving means no day job, which suits me JUST FINE. I've even found a job that sounds good for me, here in NYC, which pays more, that I'm going to submit a resume for and see what happens. If I never got in another car to drive, never paid another car note, and never peeled off another check to an insurance company in this life, that'd be gravy for me.

3 comments:

Eliel Mamousette said...

Dude, the whole point of trying to match with the girl in the first place is that you're trying to find the person with whom you want to share yourself with.

So, seems to me that you might as well start now.

Tera said...

Hmmmm this is the second time today I've seen the "deer in headlights" reference...that's always kind of strange to me.

You and Mathgirl...wooohoo, you betta get it!!

Vi said...

I LOVE talented buskers!

Alan, just ask the girl out!!!!