Happy solstice!
spatch and I inaugurated the shortest night by walking out for ice cream and then returning to watch a bunch of music videos. I was infuriated to read before bed that the president of Warner Bros. Discovery cannot tell a hole in the ground from reasons not to dismantle TCM—aside from its importance to film history and preservation or its last sixteen years as a lifeline for me through life-derailing illness, it's a guaranteed moneymaker; people who otherwise couldn't want less from a cable TV package will pay for it. I am aware this is a familiar refrain. I'd rather just be singing to conjure summer in.
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- 1: And me? Well, I'm just the narrator
- 2: This is what I get for being civilized
- 3: I'd marry her this minute if she only would agree
- 4: Open up your mouth, but the melody is broken
- 5: Is your heart hiding from your fire?
- 6: Everybody knows the world's gone wrong
- 7: The dusty light, the final hour
- 8: Reading your mind is like foreign TV
- 9: When you turn a solemn promise to a blatant lie
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- Style: Classic for Refried Tablet by and
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