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Saturday, July 07, 2007

What does it mean?

.....Nothing. That's what.

What am I talking about?

Today is 07/07/07, of course.

What did you think I was talking about?

I'm not into reading into dates and all that Nostradamus, false prophecy crapola.

Today's date is an interesting coincidence, and nothing more than that. After all, it's just another day....

(Now I'm thinking of that Oingo Boingo song [lyrics below] from one of my favorite CD's)
{ok, ok, ok, I had the cassette tape long before CD's became popular... so sue me!}

and my only niece happens to turn 12 today. Happy Birthday, J!

Just Another Day

Oingo Boingo
from "Dead Man's Party" (c) 1985 MCA Records

(There's life underground)

I feel it all around / I feel it in my bones
My life is on the line / When I'm away from home
When I step out the door / The jungle is alive
I do not trust my ears / I don't believe my eyes
I will not fall in love / I cannot risk the bet
Cause hearts are fragile toys / so easy to forget

It's just another day / There's murder in the air
It drags me when I walk / I smell it everywhere
It's just another day / Where people cling to light
To drive away the fear / That comes with every night

It's just another . . . . . . . It's just another day
It's just another . . . . . . . It's just another day . . .

It's just another day--When people wake from dreams
With voices in their ears--That will not go away

I had a dream last night / The world was set on fire
And everywhere I ran / There wasn't any water
The temperature increased / The sky was crimson red
The clouds turned into smoke / And everyone was dead
(but) There's a smile on my face . . . For everyone
There's a golden coin . . . That reflects the sun
There's a lonely place . . . That's always cold
There's a place in the stars . . . For when you get old

There's razors in my bed / That come out late at night
They always disappear / Before the morning light
I'm dreaming again / Of life underground
It doesn't ever move / It doesn't make a sound
And just when I think--That things are in their place
The heavens are secure--The whole thing explodes in my face


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At 07 July, 2007 12:38, Blogger ~Autumn said...

Wow Green, This is a whole new side of you I'm seeing. Oingo Boingo? Really?

At 07 July, 2007 14:23, Blogger scribe said...

They were definitely underrated lyricists.

At 07 July, 2007 14:36, Blogger green said...

Oingo Boingo was an excellent band. It's a shame they broke up.

But Danny Elfman's career hasn't suffered for it at all.

Dead Man's Party has always been one of my favorites. I still play it loud, esp. when I'm in the car.

At 07 July, 2007 19:24, Blogger Priscilla said...

green, I am going to have to tag you now, I'm sorry...blame the HE...trouble maker Rudy!!

At 09 July, 2007 01:24, Blogger Kayla said...

Today's date means everything to me..It's my birthday!!

Danny Elfman is cool

At 10 July, 2007 00:14, Blogger EE said...

Do you know how many weddings are happening on this day????
I'm going to go check out this song!

At 10 July, 2007 08:37, Blogger green said...


Happy belated birthday to you!

ee: you ought to buy the cd. I had to get mine on ebay. I still have the cassette somewhere....


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