A couple of days ago, I was driving and listening the radio, when American Pie came on. Do you think I can get the damn song out of my head? arrrrggghhhh. I've listened to a hell of a lot of other music since then. I've watched TV, played on the pc, read and sung other songs. But it always creeps back in. Went to sleep last night with it playing along in my head, woke up this morning with it still playing. The longest playing song in the damn world.
I've even tried to sing some Wiggles songs, Mashed Potato mashed potato bye bye .... see it comes back. I have no clue why and what the significance could possible be. I mean I know what the song is about, I quite like it, but it's not a fave, and I want it out out out.
I decided to try and get some of the dirt out of this mat I'm using to cover up a hole in my lino covered kitchen floor. Oh should expand on that. My pc for home and work are both set up in the dining nook part of my kitchen. So I slide across from one to the other while I'm working. So a call drops in and I spun and went to scoot over to the work pc, but nope the wheels wouldn't move. I figured it was probably just stuck on something, so took the call in a very uncomfortable position which I'm sure is not in the occupational health and safety regs, then looked down at the wheels. I almost fell off my chair with laughter, when I was discovered there was a huge hole ripped in the lino tile stuff and my wheel was wedged. I basically had to dig it out LOL. So I then had a huge hole that the wheel would get stuck in everytime. So on my break I looked around for something big enough to cover it and still let me slide between the pc's. Found an old mat from the boot of the old car (and they all laughed at me when I insisted on keeping it), and figured that would do for a bit. Mum was getting rid of 2 rugs, so I grabbed one of those when I had a chance and since it's been rolled up and outside ready to get thrown out, it's pretty grotty. She'd vacuumed it, but of course, it's been in her house for years so isn't in prime condition, so I decided I'd spray some dirt releasing shampoo on it last night. Needless to say, I was humming away to American Pie and the rug is still filthy. Guess I'll just have to put up with the dirt, not that I care really and it does seem to make the room warmer, so I'll keep it and just ignore the dirt. So that was me last night, spraying foaming carpet shampoo, humming American Pie. Hours later after vegging in front of the idiot box, I was back vaccumming up the little dirt that had been lifted and still humming American Pie. I tell you want when that damn Chevy gets to a levee that isn't dry I'll be very happy.
Why this song, what's the meaning, why the hell is it stuck on repeat? Maybe it's cause of those good ol boys boozing up, hmmm a trip to the bottle shop could be needed, get me some of that whisky in rye (what the hell is that anyway, bourbon is my drink). I suppose it's a nice enough day to die, but who the hell wants to die? I've never worn a pink carnation, and never dated anyone who has, I don't own nor have I ever owned a pick up truck (I'm thinking that's kind of like an aussie ute), I have driven a few though. I've been to a lot of stores, but none of them are sacred, but apparently in my head that's where I'm going.
Seems like it's finally time for that couch, naaaaaaaaa who the hell cares, it will go eventually in the meantime I can share it with you all so that we all have the song stuck. Hmmmm maybe that's a way to take over the world, or start a new cult, all my followers will be singing along in a trance unable to get the day the music died out of their heads. They will be mine bwhahahahahaha.
Lets go everyone,
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey in Rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
You are now all mine to command, turn over your riches, sign over all your property, it's all mine mine mine bwhahahahahahahaha.
Catch ya
Cathy bye bye Miss American Pie
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