For the last week or so I've had that song Self Control by Laura Branigan in my head. You know that song, right? The one from the 80s that goes "You take myself, you take my self control" in the chorus, and then all of a sudden it breaks into a single loud power chord that makes you want to RAWK for just an instant...
oh-oh-oh-DUNNNG!!
oh-oh-oh-DUNNNG! (note: the word "dung" is not actually said in the song to my knowledge)
I don't know why this particular song hsa embedded itslef in my mind; it's something like 20 years old, but it has spread itself out so completely over my psyche that it's become my theme song for the past week. I even performed the song at a karaoke bar last night complete with the devil horns during the aforementioned oh-oh-oh-DUNNNG! parts. What the hell is wrong with me?
oh-oh-oh-DUNNNG!!
oh-oh-oh-DUNNNG! (note: the word "dung" is not actually said in the song to my knowledge)
I don't know why this particular song hsa embedded itslef in my mind; it's something like 20 years old, but it has spread itself out so completely over my psyche that it's become my theme song for the past week. I even performed the song at a karaoke bar last night complete with the devil horns during the aforementioned oh-oh-oh-DUNNNG! parts. What the hell is wrong with me?
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And imagine that. We both go to New York and I get spit on by gangstas and you almost get hit on by gangstas. So were like basically blood brothers now...right?!?!