Song of the week er uppfært soldið seint núna, ég er búin að sitja á kamrinum dögum saman eftir að maðurinn minn reyndi að myrða mig með "Chicken Barely Cooked" réttinum sínum í síðustu viku. Það er nokkuð ljóst að hann sleppur algerlega við eldamennskuna hér eftir, nema ég missi lífsviljann einn daginn. En ég mátti nú alveg við að missa þessi 25 kíló svosem...

Ekki má gleyma aukalaginu sem er um sjúkan mann sem er hrifin af fugli....

Man einhver eftir þessu?

» They Don't Know - Tracey Ullman «

You've been around for such a long time now
Oh maybe I could leave you but I don't know how
And why should I be lonely every night
When I can be with you
Oh yes you make it right
And I don't listen to the guys who say
That you're bad for me and I should turn you away
'Cos they don't know about us
And they've never heard of love

I get a feeling when I look at you
Wherever you go now I wanna be there too
They say we're crazy but I just don't care
And if they keep on talking still they get nowhere
So I don't mind if they don't understand
When I look at you and you hold my hand
'Cos they don't know about us
And they've never heard of love

Why should it matter to us if they don't approve
We should just take our chances while we've got nothing to lose

Baby
There's no need for living in the past
Now I've found good loving gonna make it last
I tell the others don't bother me
'Cos when they look at you they don't see what I see
No I don't listen to their wasted lines
Got my eyes wide open and I see the signs
But they don't know about us
And they've never heard of love

No I don't listen to their wasted lines
Got my eyes wide open and I see the signs
But they don't know about us
And they've never heard of love

Aukalög vikunnar eru tribute to Star Wars

Soundtrackið úr Out Of Sight er helv flott...

» Rip Rip - David Holmes «

Com'on man, If I say this is my car you know this is my car.
You just get yourself another one.

If I say we in on this Ripley shit we in on it, with or without your punk ass.
And if I say you gonna walk up in this house and do this motherfucker
so I can see if you got any balls or not...
...guess what else you gonna do.
-Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Tighten up your panties boy

Aukalagið er annað svona "urgent" lag með Kool 'n the gang

Kenny G can curl up and die. Svona á að spila á saxafón!

» Urgent - Foreigner «

You're not shy, you get around
You wanna fly, don't want your feet on the ground
You stay up, you won't come down
You wanna live, you wanna move to the sound

Got fire in your veins
Burnin' hot but you don't feel the pain
Your desire is insane
You can't stop until you do it again

But sometimes I wonder as I look in your eyes
Maybe you're thinking of some other guy
But I know, yes I know, how to treat you right
That's why you call me in the middle of the night

You say it's urgent
So urgent, so oh oh urgent
Just wait and see
How urgent my love can be
It's urgent

You play tricks on my mind
You're everywhere but you're so hard to find
You're not warm or sentimental
You're so extreme, you can be so temperamental

But I'm not looking for a love that will last
I know what I need and I need it fast
Yeah, there's one thing in common that we both share
That's a need for for each other anytime, anywhere

It gets so urgent
So urgent
You know it's urgent
I wanna tell you it's the same for me
So oh oh urgent
Just you wait and see
How urgent our love can be
It's urgent

You say it's urgent
Make it fast, make it urgent
Do it quick, do it urgent
Gotta rush, make it urgent
Want it quick
Urgent, urgent, emergency
Urgent, urgent, emergency
Urgent, urgent, emergency
Urgent, urgent, emergency
So urgent, emergency

It's urgent

Aukalag vikunnar að þessu sinni er tekið beint upp úr einhverri verstu bíómynd sem ég hef nokkurtíman séð. Loose Shoes heitir hún er ég get ekki lagt nógu mikla áherslu á hversu óhemju vond mynd þetta er.
Breytir því ekki að þetta lag er alveg ótrúlega grípandi, en textinn er bannaður innan átján....

Ég er í einhverri 80's nostalgíu þessa dagana...

» Wide Boy - Nik Kershaw «

he made a record
it made him famous
yes it made him a star
the life and soul of the party
he rocks, he shocks
you never know where you are with him

he got no sense but he got money
he got no sense but he got overnight success
exceed excess, exceed excess
he no big deal, he just a wide boy
he no big deal he's just an ordinary guy
oh me, oh my, oh me, oh my

he made a movie
he played the driver of a big yellow car
he is super fab and groovy
he struts he crows
you never know where you are with him

he got no sense but he got money
he got no sense but he got overnight success
exceed excess, exceed excess
he no big deal, he just a wide boy
he no big deal he's just an ordinary guy
oh me, oh my, oh me, oh my