June 29, 2003

Must... flee...

Okay, it's after 2pm and I've just been sitting here. I'm going to go... somewhere. Anywhere that isn't this apartment. Later, gators.

Posted by Andrea Harris at June 29, 2003 02:07 PM
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I used to get that a lot. I’d walk around San Diego, or Orlando, or Tokyo — wherever — singing this song to myself:

“Overkill” from Cargo
by Men At Work

I can’t get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications

Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know will be alright
Perhaps it’s just imagination

CHORUS
Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away

Alone between the sheets
Only brings exasperation
It’s time to walk the streets
Smell the desperation

At least there’s pretty lights
And though there’s little variation
It nullifies the night
From overkill

CHORUS

I can’t get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications

Especially at night
I worry over situation
I know will be alright
It’s just overkill

CHORUS

Feel better . . .

Posted by: Daniel Morris at June 29, 2003 at 03:39 PM

*SCREAM*!!! You've just been read by an old Men At Work fan...

That was one of my favorite songs...

BTW, LOVE the new picture!!!

Posted by: Sharon Ferguson at June 29, 2003 at 06:14 PM