BLLLLAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!

I agree...ugh.

"Photograph"

Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red
And what the hell is on Joey's head

And this is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we'd ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneaking out

And this is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I must have done it half a dozen times

I wonder if It's too late
Should i go back and try to graduate
Life's better now then it was back then
If I was them I wouldn't let me in

Oh oh oh
Oh god I

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Remember the old arcade
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hangin' out
They say somebody went and burned it down

We used to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we know
We said someday we'd find out how if feels
To sing to more than just the steering wheel

Kim's the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She's had a couple of kids since then
I haven't seen her since god knows when

Oh oh oh
Oh god I

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

I miss that town
I miss the faces
You can't erase
You can't replace it
I miss it now
I can't believe it

So hard to stay
So hard to leave it

If I could I relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
Everytime I do it makes me

You should have an intervention.

That photograph song is totally gay..I hate it too.  It's the way he sings it too, all ooey gooey lame ass sensitive feeling guy like.  I am loving the Gorillaz CD right now.  They talk about wierd stuff, no loving and hating and whining and kissing and crying crap.

Jess

... My Maserati does one eighty five. I lost my license, now I don't drive.

Or am I channelling the wrong song?

--Insert Renee in the passenger seat joke here--

Actually, I'm not terribly impressed.

Crap! I was pretty sure I got it wrong but the Eagles got stuck in a loop in my head and it was all over from there. I LOVE that song, have the CD and I think the album. I'm getting old, my memory is going...

Be nice, Mikey.

By the way and for the record and let's hope this puts a rest to the topic:  I don't think of it as a joke. I dared to reveal while the voyeurs sat back and judged. It's just something the rest of you secretly wish you received or gave and for your collective jealousy and envy I am made the butt of a joke. I can take it - and I don't mind giving it, as you well know (too well, it seems).

Vive le daring.

10-4 dear.

And for it's worth, I listened to a couple of songs by the White Stripes last year.

I want those 10 minutes of my life back.