ficky-fi, fuck you!

I've been a music downloading fool again this evening. I even managed to get a hold of Spike's song, "Rest in Peace" from the musical Buffy episode. His plight makes me cry, it's so very tragic. I'm a doofus.

It took me forever, but I finally remembered the name of the swing band who did "Hell" (Squirrel Nut Zippers), which I'm listening to as I type this. This song makes me grin, even if it does remind me of my slob ass ex-roomate, George, who was very into the neo-swing scene. To the point where he spent his paychecks on clothes, rather than things like rent and bills. I used to tell him he was worse than a goth. ;)

Bjork singing "Gloomy Sunday" is a pleasure I never thought I could experience.

Things would be peachy keen and perfect if I could just find a copy of a song from the movie "Forbidden Zone". Danny Elfman, as the Devil. I NEED this song. Thee Pumpkin Girl has the soundtrack on tape, but I want it on CD. Particularly, that song. Which I don't even know the name of (I think it's "Squeezit the Moocher", but there's an enormous chance I could be wrong).

Oh!
Everyone tell ew_yer_creepy that she needs to let me take her to Clinton Road when she hits the East Coast.

Mwahahahahahaha!

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Well, my baby's so vain
she is almost a mirror
and the sound of her name
sends a nervous shiver
down my spine