This is something that I picked up from a fellow blogger. I suspect it might have been Me, but I'm not 100% sure, it hasn't been done in AGES.
Anyhoo. The song is Lost by Michael Buble. Lyrics in bold.
I can't believe it's over
I watched the whole thing fall
And I never saw the writing that was on the the wall
Kinda like humpty dumpty? Bet it fell in slow motion. Seems like you've got forever to catch that damned egg, but you... just... can't... quite... make it... in time. *smash*
If I only knew
Days were slipping past
That the good things never last
That you were crying
Man, are you blind? First you miss the writing, and now you can't see that she's been crying! Of course the good things never last. I don't buy good cake or coffee, or chocolate, and let it sit there while I admire it. Hell, even a hard penis will go away. Usually the better it is, the faster it seems to go.
***
Summer turned to winter
No. Autumn turns into winter.
And the snow it turned to rain
Finally, something right! Yes, it does rain. Especially when its warmer than ice cold. It also goes the other way. Rain to snow. Normally when its colder than ice cold.
And the rain turned into tears upon your face
No, that's really rain. She doesn't cry, remember?
I hardly recognized the girl you are today
And god I hope it's not too late
It's not too late
Oh, what time is it exactly? I have biscuits in the oven.
***
'Cause you are not alone
I'm always there with you
And we'll get lost together
Till the light comes pouring through
Fuck me! You are a useless c*nt aren't you! First you are freaking blind. And now you get us lost. You should have stopped and asked for directions. Now we're both lost. Til tomorrow! What good is that. Bet you can't find the clitoris either.
'Cause when you feel like you're done
And the darkness has won
Babe, you're not lost
Oh yes, denial. Of course I'm not lost. Which means that, by default, you haven't' gotten me lost either. The reality is that you'll never find your way in the dark. Turn some damn lights on.
When your world's crashing down
And you can't bear the thought
I said, babe, you're not lost
My world will never crash down. Its very Escherician. It supports itself from the corner above it.
***
Life can show no mercy
It can tear your soul apart
You tell me this now? Bit late. But thanks for your support.
It can make you feel like you've gone crazy
But you're not
I'm reasonably sure that if you feel like you've gone crazy, you have. I worry more when you're not feeling crazy and you are.
Things have seem to changed
There's one thing that's still the same
In my heart you have remained
And we can fly, fly, fly away
Ok. So I'm IN your heart. I don't like it. Its very small and red and the walls of my cage are constantly moving. Plus its damn noisy. How the hell am I supposed to sleep in here?
***
'Cause you are not alone
And I am there with you
And we'll get lost together
Till the light comes pouring through
We've been through this already. Prove me wrong. Find the clitoris.
'Cause when you feel like you're done
And the darkness has won
Babe, you're not lost
C'mon, its not that hard to find
When the world's crashing down
And you cannot bear the thought
I said, baby, you're not lost
Mmm yeah yeah, yeah yeah
That's my belly button. Try a bit further south.
I said, baby, you're not lost
I said, baby, you're not lost
Ooh yeah yeah,
I said, baby, you're not lost
God I hate slow people. We are fucking lost already. Get used to it. Time for me to drive.
8 comments:
“Lost” can be a way of life for some people. I think I may be one of them.
buble's song leaves me lost, especially after your careful analysis. just goes to show you can be an idiot and sell a song and album. maybe i can write a song about how much i hate blogging and how i wake up in the morning and the first thing i do is blog.
Yup, I did this kinda thing a long time ago. I liked reading your thoughts. :)
Phis...aha, you have broken the Buble code.
The next step is to write it down..."The Buble Code."
It's starts off with a mime in Paris who is shot in his funny bone while performing in front one of those posh outside dining restaurants where you can smell the exhaust of small one seater mini cars and scooters that have those annoying horns.
The shooter: "Tell me Now...where is zee buble code AKA "The Biretta."
The dying Mime: pretending to pull a long rope, then feeling his way as if he were inclosed in a box.
Mime falls to the sidewalk: lifting one finger upward...then pretends to be bacon cooking, now he is done, as sad music plays...and we fade out.
Sweetie...after the book, a movie deal is sure to be in the works! Sha-shing, I see dollars here.
I say we, and by we...I mean "we" should get started on it right away. Ha! later.
I've actually never heard this song, but honestly, considering the lyrics? it sounds pretty shitty. and here I am trying to finish the same song for months....fuck! I should just put down whatever bullshit comes to mind!
Right, so now tune into Limewire and look for Sister's Are Doing It ForThemselves..and make sure you get your impulse bottle ready to sing...make you feel great :)
The song in question is actually quite beautiful, and I think he might release it.
Don't know the song, I'm afraid.
But you did kind of make his lyrics look silly, as a lot of song lyrics are when you look at them.
Please treat Jim Morrison's lyrics as sacrosanct....
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