an epitaph for neil armstrong and/or edwin aldrin:
Monday, October 26th, 2009He rests in peace for all mankind.
He rests in peace for all mankind.
Cozy in the metro 16 on my way to work this morn I gave a first listen to Dark Night of the Soul. Was tickled to hear a guy singing ‘Sucking on my angel’s heart,’ only to realize several choruses later he was really saying ‘plucking on my angel’s harp’.
Darn. If Frank had spent a little more time on that tune maybe he could have reached ’sucking on my angel’s heart’, obviously superior.
Which segs into all the creative lyric twistings we’ve known over the years. A couple I recall off the top of my head:
‘Every time she goes away, she takes a piece of meat with her.’
‘Got a Black Magic Marker’
Submit your favs please?
If you’re not sick of them yet… might as well get a chuckle: