To the world, you are one person...but to one person, you are the world!

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2005-03-14 at 12:00 a.m.

Why?
Why is it that I can't seem to remember half of the things I need to remember on any given day, such as putting on my pager before work, taking a pill at the same time every day, or getting the mail... but some STUPID song from the '80s is permanently embedded in my brain?
Lying in bed tonight, wanting that "token cigarette" after... I switch from the 70's channel (they were playing DISCO...eeewww!) to the 80's channel on my teeny satelite radio that sits on my headboard. Def Leppard- BEAUTIFUL! I toe-jammed and remembered happier times...YOUNGER days! Then, the Buzzkill- BLONDIE. Okay, not a total loss, it brought back fond memories of my brother and his teenage obsession with Debbie Harry. It was cute, comical, and a little bit sickening. RAPTURE. I thought about him as I listened to the beginning and told Brian how David always LOVED her, and we remembered a live interview we'd seen last year showing her as the "ridden-hard-and-put-away-wet" looking ex-rocker that she has now become.
Then suddenly, out of nowhere, what spewed from my mouth? Without even taking a breath, it all flowed out quickly without so much as a secong thought...
Fab Five Freddie told me everybody's high
DJ's spinnin' are savin' my mind
Flash is fast, Flash is cool
Francois sez fas, Flashe' no do
And you don't stop, sure shot
Go out to the parking lot
And you get in your car and you drive real far
And you drive all night and then you see a light
And it comes right down and lands on the ground
And out comes a man from Mars
And you try to run but he's got a gun
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head
And then you're in the man from Mars
You go out at night, eatin' cars
You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too
Mercurys and Subarus
And you don't stop, you keep on eatin' cars
Then, when there's no more cars
You go out at night and eat up bars where the people meet
Face to face, dance cheek to cheek
One to one, man to man
Dance toe to toe
Don't move to slow, 'cause the man from Mars
Is through with cars, he's eatin' bars
Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall
He's gonna eat 'em all
Rapture, be pure
Take a tour, through the sewer
Don't strain your brain, paint a train
You'll be singin' in the rain
I said don't stop, do punk rock

Well now you see what you wanna be
Just have your party on TV
'Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars when the TV's on
And now he's gone back up to space
Where he won't have a hassle with the human race
And you hip-hop, and you don't stop
Just blast off, sure shot
'Cause the man from Mars stopped eatin' cars and eatin' bars
And now he only eats guitars, get up!

WHAT THE HELL??? I am 36 years old, and have not listened to that song in a LOOOONG time.
Brian pointed out that even having that in my brain was a total waste of what could be productive space.
Thanks for pointing out the obvious, Brian!

I suppose THAT'S where my ATM card is that I lost. It's somewhere in that orphaned gray matter that is holding on to punk rock lyrics. Sad!

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