[Disclaimer: I am not a musician. I can sing. I remember most of the recital piece I played on the piano when I was 6. But I’m not a musician. I know what I like and what I don’t like and what will likely be the soundtrack when I arrive in hell.]
y | young the giant
This band had a song in heavy rotation at the time of death of my favorite radio station. I remember turning it up in the car… singing with the windows open [one of my favorite things to do], trying to forget that radio was never going to be the same. A bit dramatic, I know. But it’s true. That whole conglomeration of deejays, music, shows, attitude, and even the news guy… I still miss it.
I wondered, when I first heard this song, why the hell some dude was singing about cough syrup. Of course, he’s really not. It’s a metaphor for a cure for suburban life… a way to get out of the normal, the boring, the homogeneous… and ignore expectations.
I think I need some cough syrup.
Life’s too short to even care at all oh
I’m losing my mind losing my mind losing control
These fishes in the sea they’re staring at me oh oh oh oh oh oh
A wet world aches for a beat of a drum, oh
If I could find a way to see this straight, I’d run away
To some fortune that I, I should have found by now
I’m waiting for this cough syrup to come down, come down
Life’s too short to even care at all oh
I’m coming up now coming up now out of the blue oh
These zombies in the park they’re looking for my heart oh oh oh oh
A dark world aches for a splash of the sun oh oh
If I could find a way to see this straight, I’d run away
To some fortune that I, I should have found by now
And so I run to the things they said could restore me
Restore life the way it should be
I’m waiting for this cough syrup to come down
Life’s too short to even care at all oh
I’m losing my mind losing my mind losing control
If I could find a way to see this straight, I’d run away
To some fortune that I, I should have found by now
And so I run to the things they said could restore me
Restore life the way it should be
I’m waiting for this cough syrup to come down
One more spoon of cough syrup now whoa
One more spoon of cough syrup now whoa
other y artists worth a listen
Yeah Yeah Yeahs, The — Another group my beloved dead radio station brought to me. Hey, it’s a female singer! Maps
what sandra thinks 
Ok, now I’m gonna pass out again! Both are great bands though. 😃👍🏻
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Perhaps you need to be surrounded by pillows. 😛 😏
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Or a suit made of bubble wrap! 😃
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That will be totally inappropriate without the proper undergarments… Ha! 😃
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I agree! I just had this flashback outta the blue. The scene in Fried Green Tomatoes where Kathy Bates surprises her husband by being wrapped in plastic wrap when he opens the door. It was hilarious. It was made to look like a dress, with shoulder flares and all. She’s a trip. And, for what it’s worth, the bubble wrap suit is a commando situation, I’d say. 😃
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I remember that scene! Hahaha 😃 Maybe I should try that on my husband. Hahahaha
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Hey, I don’t see why not. As a dude myself, I can’t say that would suck. 😃
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The whole unwrapping thing seems good. Haha. Of course, putting that dress on would be a comedy show. 😄
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And the sound it would make with every move!! Yikes. Ok, just stand still while I look at this but get me a pair of scissors, stat! 😃
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Hahaha… careful with those sharp things!
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Of course. Just need to get it started, then rip, rip, rip. Voila! 😃
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I hadn’t heard the first song I liked it though. My kids say they know it so maybe I live under a rock. I do love the Yeah Yeah Yeahs.
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I’m happy to have introduced you to something new (new to you, I mean). 🙂
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I feature this song on my blog as well! I love this!!
https://fictioninmyhead.com/2017/12/15/100-doram-day-86-melancholy/
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It’s a great song…!
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