lonelyfridge

One of my happiest memories is of performing this song with Brigid for a bar full of people, and also, for her mom.

so-far-untitled (”The Euphemism Express” ? )
Words and music by J. Reid, I. Scrimger, B. Wilkinson. © 2003

1.
Hey Mister Conductor, let me ride your train
Hey Mister Conductor, let me ride your train
oh, that big ol’ train, is the only thing keeping me sane

2.
I was at the station, waiting for you to come
I was at the station, waiting for you to come
And boy when you came, you could not be outdone

3.
Mr. Conductor move up the mountains slow
This old train will climb up the mountains slow
and then we’ll race down, down to the valley below

Bridge:
(tempo increases and false ending)

Spoken: “Hey, We’re not there yet, keep going!”

4.
C’mon, Mister Conductor, stoke that engine’s fire
C’mon, Mister Conductor, stoke that engine’s fire
The way you use that wood is something I really admire

There is some confusion over this verse, Brigid suggests that it was just verse 1, with some ad-libbed embellishments, while I remember something akin to:

5.
Rode that train all through the night ??!?
I Rode that train all through the night
something something something* into the morning light

*obviously the correct words would go here.

We do, however, agree on the ending:

(tempo increases until a, uh, climatic ending is reached)

Damn I hate the cold. A few months of warm weather and you forget what it’s like to have your eyes frost shut and the snot freeze in your nose. And it doesn’t bother the undead one bit either, I’m sure.Myth

Not with their mugs of hot cocoa and warm chalets. Bastards.

…and others?

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Well, I hope the Chinese new year will see my Christmas cards off- as I missed Christmas, New Years and Orthodox Christmas (Epiphany). Apologies, all. I’ve been too busy basking in the warmth of global warming right now to care too much. I’ve also become addicted to facebook.com and the ORG (Ze’s ORG, not SeaORG - all hail Xenu, anyway).

Dear internet, today I ate a sandwich (with my mom; it was my birthday). Pamela (saving throw vs allure: 24) gave me a “mixed up pick up lines poetry magnet kit” and a book of Richard Dawkins essays. This reviewer was quite pleasantly surprised with the effect the former had with all ladies attendant in his kitchen this evening, and will be keeping it on his fridge for future use.

I’ve had CBC Radio One on all evening/night, and every hour they’ve run a story about the Wheat Board change in management. I tune out most of it, as I’ve been working on something, but when it gets to this marvelous line, it just sets my poor heart alight, every hour: “…fired the president”. My poor heart then breaks when the sentence concludes with “…of the Canadian Wheat Board”, as that’s not really the president that needed firing.

With regards to the Wheat Board, I honestly don’t have an informed opinion. I heard an interview with the axed Adrian Measner last week or so, and recall he presented perfectly reasonable arguments, though of course I don’t remember them as last week was approximately three years ago, or so my body tells me. In general I think monopolies are a Bad Idea™ though.

Speaking of my poor heart, I have a date with a certain Pirate Czarina tomorrow tonight (yo ho ho!). We’re going to take in the new Bond flick (on the recommendation of Ian, so it better be good, or else) and eat some yummy Thai food.

Hopefully I won’t have to walk the plank.

“I ate too many chips at the poker game.” — Ian

Angrily hitting caps-lock doesn’t tab through form fields any faster than gently hitting caps-lock.

…it does smell like the Exxon Valdez ran aground outside my window when they were attempting to put oil into my building.

Perhaps the oil man sneezed when he was trying to stick his hose in the socket, and sent it spraying everywhere?