🎵 Monthly Song Challenge 🎵

Day 12: A song with a great lyric
At The Hundredth Meridian - The Tragically Hip

If I die of vanity, promise me, promise me
They bury me some place I don't want to be
You'll dig me up and transport me
Unceremoniously away from the swollen city breeze
Garbage bag trees, whispers of disease
Acts of enormity
And lower me slowly, and sadly, and properly
Get Ry Cooder to sing my eulogy

 
Day 12: A song with a great lyric
Arguably one of the greatest love songs of all time. Where to start with the genius lyrics?

"My name is Humpty, pronounced with an 'Umpty,' Yo ladies how I like to funk thee..."
"I like to rhyme, I like my beats funky; I'm spunky, I like my oatmeal lumpy"
"Oh yes, ladies, I'm being sincere; 'cause in a 69 my nose will tickle your rear"

Every word drips poetry to gladden the heart.
I'm still bitter that my wife vetoed this as our wedding song.

"The Humpty Dance" - Digital Underground
"I once got busy in a burger king bathroom!"
 
Day 13: A song for the scene where they hold hands for the first time
The first date had been coffee. My idea – cliché, but safe. Classic for a reason. The usual conversations – work, growing up, family. There was chemistry, but cautious. But if felt good, clean. The second had been more open, over dinner, Dutch so that there was no complications. Freer conversation, and a little about personal history – exs – but nothing too complex. She was smart, funny, and we connected. It was…good, no, almost great. There was no question about a third date.

Third night. Dinner was good, but she seemed a little distracted. Distancing, I though, with a frisson of fear. After dinner, a walk in the evening warm. God, I think, you are going to blow this before it even starts. You always do. She probably thinks you aren’t interested, or something. You are so fucking passive when you get scared of getting hurt. You always do this.

Sitting in the Uber, there is a tension in the air, a pressure. Not bad, not good, just…there. Expectation. She is just six inches away, I think. You are inches away and you are going to lose her if you don’t fucking move for once. Staring straight ahead, my heart is pounding in my chest, my ears, I start to slide my hand across the distance, over the bench seat. And before I have even moved an inch, hers is there, moving slowly as well. Our pinkies touch, then my hand is sliding over the smooth, soft skin of hers. She turns her hand over, and we are palm to palm before our fingers interlace. And I smile in the dark.

"I want to find
A piece of your mind
I want to see
Your make believe
I don't want to try so hard
I make it hard for you to breathe..."

"Where to Begin," Bowling for Soup.

 
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Day 13: A song for the scene where they hold hands for the first time
The first date had been coffee. My idea – cliché, but safe. Classic for a reason. The usual conversations – work, growing up, family. There was chemistry, but cautious. But if felt good, clean. The second had been more open, over dinner, Dutch so that there was no complications. Freer conversation, and a little about personal history – exs – but nothing too complex. She was smart, funny, and we connected. It was…good, no, almost great. There was no question about a third date.

Third night. Dinner was good, but she seemed a little distracted. Distancing, I though, with a frisson of fear. After dinner, a walk in the evening warm. God, I thought, you are going to blow this before it even starts. You always do. She probably thinks you aren’t interested, or something. You are so fucking passive when you get scared of getting hurt. You always do this.

Sitting in the Uber, there is a tension in the air, a pressure. Not bad, not good, just…there. Expectation. She is just six inches away, I think. You are inches away and you are going to lose her if you don’t fucking move for once. Staring straight ahead, my heart is pounding in my chest, my ears, I start to slide my hand across the distance, over the bench seat. And before I have even moved an inch, hers is there, moving slowly as well. Our pinkies touch, then my hand is sliding over the smooth, soft skin of hers. She turns her hand over, and we are palm to palm before our fingers interlace. And I smile in the dark.

"I want to find
A piece of your mind
I want to see
Your make believe
I don't want to try so hard
I make it hard for you to breathe..."

"When to Begin," Bowling for Soup.

I don't know the song but I love your story 🖤
 
Day 13: A song for the scene where they hold hands for the first time
The first date had been coffee. My idea – cliché, but safe. Classic for a reason. The usual conversations – work, growing up, family. There was chemistry, but cautious. But if felt good, clean. The second had been more open, over dinner, Dutch so that there was no complications. Freer conversation, and a little about personal history – exs – but nothing too complex. She was smart, funny, and we connected. It was…good, no, almost great. There was no question about a third date.

Third night. Dinner was good, but she seemed a little distracted. Distancing, I though, with a frisson of fear. After dinner, a walk in the evening warm. God, I think, you are going to blow this before it even starts. You always do. She probably thinks you aren’t interested, or something. You are so fucking passive when you get scared of getting hurt. You always do this.

Sitting in the Uber, there is a tension in the air, a pressure. Not bad, not good, just…there. Expectation. She is just six inches away, I think. You are inches away and you are going to lose her if you don’t fucking move for once. Staring straight ahead, my heart is pounding in my chest, my ears, I start to slide my hand across the distance, over the bench seat. And before I have even moved an inch, hers is there, moving slowly as well. Our pinkies touch, then my hand is sliding over the smooth, soft skin of hers. She turns her hand over, and we are palm to palm before our fingers interlace. And I smile in the dark.

"I want to find
A piece of your mind
I want to see
Your make believe
I don't want to try so hard
I make it hard for you to breathe..."

"Where to Begin," Bowling for Soup.

Great date story.

Great song!
 
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