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Well, two songs, actually - "Broken Bicycles" (originally by Tom Waits) and "Junk" (originally by Paul McCartney) - woven into one song by Elvis Costello and Anne Sofie von Otter. This particular version has been on my mind for over a week in which I've been trying to identify what the song even was. Today I finally found it and... yeah. It just hits me in a variety of ways.

( Lyrics under the cut: )

Seems that lately I've been listening to dumb amounts of piano-toting British comediennes. Mostly Fascinating Aïda who are utterly amazing - but through related videos I found Victoria Wood and this lovely little song:

I'm terribly torn
About being born
I mean, what is the whole thing about?
"Plop", out you come
(Very near someone's bum)
It can't have been properly thought out!

It depends on one sperm
Knowing which way to squirm
In its version of swimming the channel
I'd have preferred
To hatch out like a bird...
Or been grown on a piece of damp flannel.

But just to arrive
And be told you're alive
Wait ten years for a nice cup of tea
To be suddenly hurled
right into the world
It all seems quite barmy to me!

Isn't it a pity
Life was planned by a committee
While the clever ones have popped out to the lav?
This is my theory
(Though it isn't very cheery)

Our existence is a harsh one,
Try explaining to a Martian,
What a tricky conversation you would have -
And I'm not dense
It makes no sense!

We're only here 'cause an egg meets a sperm and then grows blobs on
Tell me there's more to it than that, I'll just go (pff) with knobs on.

One thing that gets me seething
Is all this bloody "breathing"
No sooner breathing out than breathing in.
It's very tiring
(and there's burping and perspiring!)

Another source of loathing
Is the need for wearing clothing
When some of us look better in our skin
And no matter how well-bought
We all look stupid in a coat!

If we didn't have hair
We could be brushless and be combless
If we were bald
Our dandruff would be permanently homeless!

Bum to the world, the whole thing stinks
I never asked to come
My reasoned, sane, thought-out response
Is 'bum, bum, bum'.

Another large misgiving
Is this urge to keep on living
And the way we were designed to run on food
And this doesn't justify
The individual fruit pie.

And there's never any question
of actual digestion
'til it's been divvied-out and shuffled-in and chewed -
I'd be happy to invest in
A little portable intestine!

I hate meals out,
All that "please wait here to be seated...
... your food is being sprayed with germs,
spat on and reheated!"

And the pinnacle, the steeple,
Is the hell of other people
And the stupid things they have and say and do
like smoking cigarettes
or videoing their pets.

People with a pager
Prats who voted for John Major
People with a gas-fired barbeque
Women using Hermesetas
Or showing you photos of their fetus!

And worst of all
(And I'll only ever say this once)
Is any Brit
With a house in bloody Provence!

Bum to the world, I won't give in
I raise a cheery thumb
And on mature reflection,
I say 'bum, bum, bum'.

Then, of course, there's dying -
Well, they couldn't have been trying,
Why not find a way to keep us all alive?
There's Heaven, I suppose
But no one really knows!

No doubt, Heaven would be raining
"Sorry, closed for staff retraining
Please come back in 1995
Please use the stairs
Pearly lift closed for repairs!"

When we get there, we'll be a mite depressed
To find a Benetton, A Little Chef and, no doubt, a bloody NatWest!

Bum to the world, let's not be glum
Each bum can shine a light
And all that's left for me to say
Is thank you very much, good night!

Sleepwalking by Avantasia

Wandering barefoot into no where,
Just another winter's night
And I don't feel gravity anymore...

You never lie, never cry
Never talk me out of dreams
And a dream is what remains.

Tell me, don't you see what ain't there
When you look in the mirror
You're starving away, like a candle burning down
Miles away, miles away
You've been cutting off the rope
Letting go and losing ground.

And I... Wonder who's to blame...
As I... Sleepwalk in the rain...
It's my, my silent victory over gravity...
And I... Sleepwalk in the rain...

Winter sky, far and wide, caving in on you and me
Like a brittle wall of the emerald room,
The hall of fame and dying dreams
The love we'd die for, petrified, I want to know
Does a frozen river flow?

And I... Wonder who's to blame...
As I... Sleepwalk in the rain...
It's my, my silent victory over gravity...
And I... Sleepwalk in the rain...

And I... Wonder who's to blame...
As I... Sleepwalk in the rain...
It's my, my silent victory over gravity...
And I... Sleepwalk in the rain...

Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning, on an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning, running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind.

Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving in a half-forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind.

Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly? Was it something that you said?
Lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints in the sand
There's a sound of distant drumming - just the fingers of your hand
Pictures hanging in a hallway and a fragment of a song
Half-remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair.

A circle in a spiral, a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning, on an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind.

This one isn't hilarious, but something about the lyrics touched me.

Not Perfect

This is my Earth and I live in it
It's one third dirt and two thirds water
And it rotates and revolves through space, at rather an impressive pace
And never even messes up my hair
And here's the really weird thing: The force created by its spin
Is the force that stops the chaos flooding in...

This is my Earth and it's fine
It's where I spend the vast majority of my time
It's not perfect... But it's mine.
It's not perfect...

This is my house and I live in it
It's made of cracks and photographs
We bought it from a guy, who bought it from a guy,
Who bought it from a guy whose granddad left it to him
And the weirdest thing is that this house has locks to keep the baddies out
But they're mostly used to lock ourselves in...

This is my house and it's fine
It's where I spend the vast majority of my time
It's not perfect... But it's mine.
Its not perfect... But it's mine.

This is my body and I live in it
It's 35 and 6 months old
It's changed a lot since it was new, It's done stuff it wasn't built to do
I often try to fill it up with wine
And the weirdest thing about it is I spend so much time hating it
But it never says a bad word about me.

This is my body and it's fine
It's where I spend the vast majority of my time
It's not perfect... But it's mine.
It's not perfect...

This is my brain and I live in it
It's made of love and bad song lyrics
It's tucked away behind my eyes, where all my fucked-up thoughts can hide
'cause God forbid I hurt somebody
And the weirdest thing about a mind is that every answer that you find
Is the basis of a brand new cliché...

This is my brain and it's fine
It's where I spend the vast majority of my time
It's not perfect... But it's mine.
It's not perfect... But it's mine.
Its not perfect... I'm not quite sure I've worked out how to work it....
It's not perfect...

But it's mine.

I used to be quite active in high school
Back when my metabolic rate was faster
I was always quite stocky,
but I was pretty good at hockey
I avoided white bread, potatoes and pasta.

I used to be an average mammal
I was no Jesse Owens, but I wasn't John Candy
I was never that attractive,
But I was reasonably active
I sure wasn't synonymous with lazy!

I don't think I'm that apathetic
I'll admit, I'm not particularily ambitious
But the fact that on the ground
I don't break the speed of sound
Is typical of Megalonychidae Choloepus!

Oh God, were you really being fair
When you named the land animals and birds of the air
Did you stop to think, "That's a bit rough
naming that poor little fella a sloth?"

Pigeonholing should be left for pigeons!
And frankly, I'm starting to get sick
Of being labeled by the number of my toes
And the fact that on the ground I'm not that quick

I can't think of any other creatures around
Who are forced to share their names with a sin
There's a pride of lions, sure, but that's a collective noun
They don't have a greed or a lust in the Singapore Zoo
... And Tim Roth isn't spelled with a 'W'.

And just in case I wasn't disadvantaged enough,
You blessed me with only three toes
That are actually too claw-like to grab on to stuff
And this simian face, and this damn ursine nose to top it off
Oh, and then you went and called me a sloth!

Lord, I have always done my best
This cross that I bear has put hair on my chest
And with the three claws that you gave me
I clawed my way up to the top of the tree
But up here I'm tired and lonely as well
I've got few slothy friends and no slothy girl

It's really quite tough
Being a three-toed sloth
In this five-fingered hustle-bustle world.

She's changed, she's new now
She moved on somehow
The pain is gone now
But she still needs room to breathe

You've changed, you're silent
For all those years spent
Explaining what it was that you really meant

Now you won't say it aloud,
You'd rather be silent and proud
But deep inside you still lies the beast
If she's the reason you live
You only get what you give
And what you've given is no release.

You've changed, you've grown up
Your wounds have sewn up
Your time has shown up
Yet you still can't find a way

No lies, no secrets
This is your life, now keep it
In time you'll see it

The faces you have put on
Have held you back all along
You're a king, not a pawn, so cease

To be so loyally fake
You only get what you take
And what you've taken is no release.

And one day everyone will smile again
You'll feel like a child again
And look behind us
And think of all the stuff that's going on
The stuff we're growing on

It's an ashen quadrant affair, except you just don't care
Your only aim has been to appease
Lay down your pride and your gun, you're only one
Who's still looking for some release.

And if the rules they can bend
You know you still could be friends
But it doesn't rely on me

This is as far as I go
I only said what I know
And what I know is you need release.

Dreams stripped down beyond firelight ,
I would go over but my only coat's off white
and seeing things unreal
God knows what that stained
and what comes crawling back again
Tears are harbored,
Down to the thorny altar
I'm afraid I might fade away.

Here's to the blood we sing and burn
A thousand blackbirds on a string return
There's a solitary sun too high
Gone without the chosen one, goodbye
Ashes scatter, burning Jacob's ladder
I'm afraid I might fade away.

Here's to the blood we sing and burn
A thousand blackbirds on a string return
Where's the solitary sun? Too high
Gone without the chosen one, goodbye
Here's to the blood we sing and burn
A thousand blackbirds on a string return
Where's the solitary sun? Too high
Gone without the chosen one, goodbye
Rage untethered, the soul a stony desert
I'm afraid I might fade away.

Current Music: Mark Lanegan - Burning Jacob's Ladder

( Cut to prevent spoilers to Portal 2 for those of you playing it. ^^ )

Would you like to swing on a star,
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off then you are?
... Or would you rather be a mule?

A mule is an animal with long, funny ears
He kicks up at anything he hears
His back is brawny and his brain his weak,
He's just plain stupid with a stubborn streak.
And by the way, if you hate to go to school...
You may grow up to be a mule!

Oh, would you like to swing on a star,
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off then you are?
... Or would you rather be a fish?

A fish is an animal that swims in a brook,
He can't write his name or read a book.
To fool the people is his only thought
And though he's slippery, he still gets caught!
If that sort of life is what you wish...
You may grow up to be a fish!

Oh, would you like to swing on a star,
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off then you are?
... Or would you rather be a pig?

A pig is an animal with dirt on his face,
his shoes are a terrible disgrace.
He's got no manners when he eats his food
He's fat and lazy and extremely rude!
But if you don't care a feather or a fig...
You may grow up to be a pig!

And all the monkeys aren't in the zoo
Every day you see quite a few
So you see, it's all up to you
You could be better than you are,
You could be swinging on a star!

You could be swinging on a star!

You could be swinging on a star!

God thinks all blacks are obsolete farm equipment
God thinks the Jews killed his son and must be punished
God thinks the White Man is Satan
God... They know what God thinks!

God thinks we should all convert to Judaism
God thinks we must all be Christians and
God thinks we should all embrace Islam
God thinks the only true religion is Hinduism,

And I,
I know what God thinks...
God thinks you're a waste of flesh.
God prefers an atheist.

God, God...
God thinks all people like you are hateful,
God thinks all people like you are an embarassment to creation.
Self-righteous, judgmental, first to throw the stone
And using his name for your own protection.

God thinks the sun revolves around the Earth.
God thinks there was something very wrong with Copernicus!
God thinks abortion is murder and
God thinks everything that science gave us is wrong!
God thinks women deserve it!
God thinks AIDS is a form of punishment.

I hate people who blame the devil for their own shortcomings and
I hate people who thank God when things go right.

And I,
I know what God thinks...
God thinks you're an idiot.
God prefers a heretic.

God, God...
God thinks all people like you are hateful,
God thinks all people like you are an embarassment to creation.
Self-righteous, judgmental, first to throw the stone
And using his name for your own agenda.

God is a Liberal
God is a Democrat
God wants you to vote Republican!
Never trust a man who puts his words in the mouth of God
And says that it's absolute truth
It's lies and it smells like death
It's all in a day's work taking money from the poor
Why do you think that God would need your dirty money if he wants to start a holy war?

Self-righteous, judgmental, first to throw the stone
And using his name for your own protection.

God thinks puppies need to die and
God thinks babies need to drown 'cause
God is neither good nor bad
God is you and me.
God is everything.

I've watched the stars fall silent from your eyes,
All the sights that I have seen,
I can't believe that I believed I wished that you could see...

There's a new planet in the solar system,
There is nothing up my sleeve.

I'm pushing an elephant up the stairs,
I'm tossing up punchlines that were never there
Over my shoulder a piano falls crashing to the ground...

And all this talk of time...
Talk is fine...
But I don't want to stay around.
Why can't we pantomime, just close our eyes and sleep sweet dreams?
Me and You, with wings on our feet...

I'm pushing an elephant up the stairs,
I'm tossing up punchlines that were never there
Over my shoulder a piano falls crashing to the ground...
I'm breaking through,
I'm bending spoons,
I'm keeping flowers in full bloom,
I'm looking for answers from the great beyond...

I want the hummingbirds, the dancing bears, sweetest dreams of you...
... I'm looking to the stars...
... I'm looking to the moon...

I'm pushing an elephant up the stairs,
I'm tossing up punchlines that were never there
Over my shoulder a piano falls crashing to the ground...
I'm breaking through,
I'm bending spoons,
I'm keeping flowers in full bloom,
I'm looking for answers from the great beyond...

Current Music: R.E.M. - The Great Beyond

( 'Storm' by Tim Minchin )

We Ran Out of CD Space by Psychostick

What if the world was made of glazed donuts?
You would be like, "Man, that's fuckin' sweet,
I can't believe the world is made of donuts."
What if your hands were made of Hot Pockets?
You would be the first one to be eaten in survival situations!

What if your thumb roared like a dinosaur?
What if you peed out of your nose?
What if your face was shaped like Mexico,
Or trapezoids,
Or Texas and Hawaii?

What if the world was made of other worlds combined into a world just like the world you started with?
What if another world then ate the world made out of donuts, making all the donut people pissed?

What if your face was made of bumblebees?
You would be like, "Dude, this really sucks.
I do not want a face made out of bumblebees."
What if your dad was made of rainbows?
You would be like, "Oh Em Gee that's lame.
I want a dad made out of ninja robots."

What if your pool was filled with applesauce?
What if a hot dog was your tongue?
What if your mouth was filled with broken glass,
And fire ants,
And three meat jambalaya?

What if you tried to build a spaceship with a cannon that shoots crocodiles at everyone you hate?
And what if those crocodiles could shoot heat-seeking killer bees, ensuring that there would be no escape?

What if your room was filled with lots and lots of puppy dogs?
You would be like, "Awww, look at the puppy dog. Aww, c'mere.
C'mere! Whatcha doing little guy? Whatcha doing? Ooh whatcha wooky wooky.
Look at the puppy dog. The puppy dog... puppy doggies!"

Where do the squirrels go during hurricanes?
What if your butt was on your chest?
What if guitars could squirt out sour cream
And nacho cheese
And pure sulfuric acid?

What if the world was made of...

Scott became famous for freezing to death in Antarc-ti-ca
Columbus made history thinking some island was In-di-a
General Custer's a national hero for not knowing when to run...
All of these men are famous... And they're also very dumb!

History is made by stupid people
Clever people wouldn't even try
If you want a place in the history books
Then do something dumb before you die!

Nobility are famous for no reason
Mary Antoinette enjoyed her cake
She caused a revolution when she would not share
And her husband lost his head for that mistake

The Hindenburg was a giant zeppelin
Its makers made a minor oversight
Before they filled it up with explosive gas
They should've fixed the "No Smoking" lights!

'Cause...

History is made by stupid people
Clever people wouldn't even try
If you want a place in the history books
Then do something dumb before you die!

Tally-ho, tally-ho! Our king and country's honor we will save!
Tally-ho, tally-ho! We're marching into history and the grave!

So if your son or daughter seem too lazy
Sitting there and watching Mad TV
Just remember you should be quite grateful
At least they aren't making history!

'Cause...

History is made by stupid people
Clever people wouldn't even try
If you want a place in the history books
Then do something dumb before you die!
(Yes!)
Do something dumb before you die!
(Yes!)
Do something dumb before you die!

This world is cold when you're alone and they ignore you,
But don't kill yourself...

... We'll do it for you!

You've got a friend. ^^

Lyrics for a REALLY pretty song I ran into today... Approximate transcript because I couldn't find the real lyrics on the internet anywhere, or even the real name of the song. The random Youtube video I found it on said its name was "Where You Are" and attributed it to an Unknown Artist.

If any of you have a damn clue what it might be from, Please tell me.

Just relax, you're exactly where you are supposed to be...
But stay awake, the signs are all around for you to see...
You can make each moment count,
But first let go of what you think you know...
Words are meaningless in times like these,
They point the way but they can't make you see
There's nothing else that you're supposed to be but who you are...

Look around, you're part of everything you touch and see
You and I, connected by the very air we breathe
We can tear these walls right down,
But they're not even really there at all
Our only choice is to surrender now
To the utter beauty of it all
When you let go, there's no way to fall from where you are...

Sometimes the light comes pouring through
I look in your eyes and I know the truth
I see my reflection looking back at me...

It's not that easy being green...
Having to spend each day the color of the leaves
When I think it could be nicer being red, or yellow, or gold,
Or something much more colorful like that...

It's not easy being green...
It seems you blend in with so many other... ordinary things...
And people tend to pass you over,
'Cause you're not standing out like flashy sparkles in the water
Or stars in the sky...

But green's the color of Spring,
And green can be cool and friendly-like...
And green can be big like an ocean,
Or important like a mountain,
Or tall like a tree...

When green is all there is to be
It could make you wonder why... but why wonder, why wonder?
I am green and it'll do fine,
It's beautiful,
And I think it's what I want to be.

Everything is catching, yes
Everything is catching on fire...
Everything is catching on fire.

Fingertips
Fingertips
Fingertips

I hear the wind blow
I hear the wind blow
It seems to say
"Hello, Hello, I'm the one who loves you so".

Hey now everybody, now
Hey now everybody,
Hey now, everybody now...

Who's that... standing... out the window?

I found a new friend, underneath my pillow...

Ah c'mon and wreck my car
Ah c'mon and wreck my car
Ah c'mon and wreck my car
Ah c'mon and wreck my car!

... Aren't you the guy who hit me in the eye?
... Aren't you the guy who hit me in the eye?

Please pass the milk, please
Please pass the milk, please
Please pass the milk, please

LEAVE ME ALONE, LEAVE ME ALONE!

Who's knocking on the wall?

All alone, all alone, all by myself.

What's that blue thing... doing here?

Something grabbed a hold of my hand,
I didn't know what had my hand
But that's where all my trouble began...

I don't understand you (I don't understand you)
I just don't understand you (I don't understand you)
I don't understand the things you say, I can't understand a single word...
I don't understand you (I don't understand you)
I just don't understand you (I don't understand you)
I cannot understand you (I don't understand you)
I don't understand you (I don't understand you)

I heard a sound
I turned around
I turned around to find the thing that made the sound!

Mysterious Whisper...
Mysterious Whisper...
Mysterious Whisper...
Mysterious Whisper...

... The day that love... Came to play!

I'm having a heart attack...
I'm having a heart attack...
I'm having a heart attack...
I'm having a heart attack...

...Fingertips...
...Fingertips...

I... Walk...Along... Darkened Corridors...
And I... Walk...Along... Darkened Corridors...
I... Walk...Along... Darkened Corridors...
And I... Walk...Along... Darkened Corridors...

This is a particular snippet from Avantasia's Metal Opera - specifically from Part II, when Gabriel, the protagonist, comes face to face with the Tree of Knowledge.

Tree of Knowledge:

Coming from the wastelands, full of reason, common sense
Where their principles are blocking minds and you don't understand
Giving you belief, you never touch, you never see
But if you dare to try to grip it you're accused for heresy...

Gabriel:

Here I stand to find the truth, and for all I know
You're the one to show me, you can tell my spirit how to grow...

No, the more I try the more confusion on my mind
And no matter how I try, I feel my eyes seem to stay blind...

Tree of Knowledge:

No use in analyzing, forget about alchemy
'cause the secret of all truth is the quest for - and you'll feel...

When you knock right on the door "forever locked", they say,
A little man will let you in, for you have always tried... To get inside...

You're in quest for more to find the core,
Your journey still ain't over
Your quest is your purpose, go on...
You're in quest for more to find the core,
It will be -never- over
Your quest is your purpose, go on...

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And now for an utterly gorgeous song.

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(Lament of the Three-Toed) Sloth by Tim Minchin

No Release

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Want You Gone (Portal 2 Ending Theme)

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Voltaire wins.

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To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, to throw perfume on the violet... is just -eff!-ing silly.

Probably one of the best songs I've heard. XD

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