Diggedy dang di-dang diggedy dang di-dang.

It's been a long week. Hot. Stressful. Exhausting. Long. I wanted some quiet. I wanted to read. Write. Drink very cold coffee. So I took the afternoon off of work and there I was hidden in the back of the coffee shop, the iPod firmly in place in an effort to block the ambient music worming its way into my tired brain.

I was hard at work on the new book, tentatively titled Most Likely You Go Your Way and I'll Go Mine, when on came (untitled) by Buffalo's own beloved, albeit defunct punk band WRENCH. It seemed like a good sign, WRENCH rules, and the song is great, and with a big smile on my face I plowed along and began to edit a scene that suddenly seemed to be screaming for the right song.

Now it's not that (untitled) was the wrong song, but when it finished a truly magical thing occurred - White Lines by Grandmaster Flash came on and while already happy, I was reborn - the beats, the lyrics, and chorus, awesome and banging, just made me want to bounce, all exhaustion gone, all tension erased. I began typing the lyrics into the scene even as I heard them. It was a most inspired moment, and I strongly urge you to see the full lyrics at the end of this entry to fully appreciate just how awesome they are. It will change your life.

When White Lines ended I was also done with the scene, and having exceeded my quasi-required 30 minutes of daily writing by an entire seven minutes, I shifted over to reading Three Fallen Women by the dynamic and fribbletastic Amy Guth. If it wasn't enough that the story itself is incredibly twisty, absorbing, and dare I say kind of hypnotic, I then went on this incredible stretch of songs which began to pile-up in a mass of musical love that carried me until I had to head home, refreshed and replenished.

Those songs are as follows - Track 12 from the Grey Album, killer, San Antonio Girl by Lyle Lovett, so much fun, Hang by Avail, c'mon, crazy good, Glad To See You Go by The Ramones, no comment required, Simple X by Andrew Byrd, very whistlesque, and I Shall Be Released, Bob Dylan with The Band, huh, nice, full circle, right? And pretty good, yes? Way, and just what the end of the week required.


White Lines

Aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah)
Uhraah!
Bass!

Ooh White, White
Ooh White, White
Ooh White, White

(Ooh White Lines) Vivid dreams of passion
(Blowin’ through my mind) and all the while I think of you
(High price) a very strange reaction
(For us to unwind) the more I see, the more I do
(Something like a phenomenon) Baby!
(Tellin your body to come along, but white lines blow away)
(Blow! Rock it! Blow!)

Ticket to ride, white line highway
Tell all your friends, they can go my way
Pay your toll, sell your soul
Pound for pound costs more than gold
The longer you stay, the more you pay
My white lines go a long way
Either up your nose or through your vein
With nothin to gain except killin’ your brain

(Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock!)
(Blow!)

(Ahhh) Higher, baby
(Ahhh) Get higher, baby!
(Ahhh) Get higher, baby!
And don't ever come down! (Freebase!)

Rang dang diggedy dang di-dang
Rang dang diggedy dang di-dang
Rang dang diggedy dang di-dang
Diggedy dang di-dang diggedy dang di-dang

(Pipeline) pure as the driven snow
(Connected to my mind) and now I'm havin’ fun, baby!
(High price) it's getting kinda low
(Cause it makes you feel so nice) I need some one-on-one, baby!
(Don't let it blow your mind away) Baby!
(And go into your little hideaway ‘cause white lines blow away)
(Blow! )

A million magic crystals, painted pure and white
A multi-million dollars almost overnight
Twice as sweet as sugar, twice as bitter as salt
And if you get hooked, baby, it's nobody else's fault, so don't do it!

(Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock!)
Raah! (Blow!)

(Ahhh) Higher, baby
(Ahhh) Get higher, baby!
(Ahhh) Get higher, baby!
And don't ever come down! (Freebase!)

(Don’t you get too high) don’t you get too high baby!
(Turns you on) you really turn me on and on
(When you gonna come down) my temperature is risin’
(When the thrill is gone) no, I don’t want you to go

A street kid gets arrested, gonna do some time
He got out three years from now just to commit more crime
A businessman is caught with 24 kilos
He’s out on bail and out of jail
And that’s the way it goes
Raah!

(Kane! Sugar! Kane! Sugar! Kane!)

Athletes rejected, governors corrected
Gangsters, thugs and smugglers are thoroughly respected
The money gets divided
The women get excited
Now I’m broke and it’s no joke
It’s hard as hell to fight it, don’t buy it!

(Freeze! Haha ha ha! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock!)
Raah! (Blow!)

(Ahhh) Get higher, baby
(Ahhh) Get higher, girl!
(Ahhh) Get higher, baby!
C’mon!
Raah!

(White Lines) Vivid dreams of passion
(Blowin’ through my mind) and all the while I think of you
(High price) a very strange reaction
(For us to unwind) the more I see, the more I do
(Something like a phenomenon) Baby!
(Tellin your body to come along, but white lines blow away)

Little Jack Horner sitting on the corner
With no shoes and clothes
This aint funny, but he took his money
And sniffed it up his nose

(Hey man, you wanna cop some blow?)
(Sure, what you got, dust, flakes or rocks?)
(I got China White, Mother of Pearl, Ivory Flake, What you need?)
(Well yeah, well let me check it out man, just let me get a freeze)
(Go ahead man, stuff I got should kill ya!)
(Yeah man th-that’s that’s raw, wuh)

(Freeze! Haha ha ha! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock!
Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock! Freeze! Rock!)