January 2011 Archives

I've been listening to Josh Groban sing L'Ora Dell'Adidio.

Here are the lyrics as I heard them, and as if I didn't know it was in Italian.

(Sorry in advance Josh.)

Order de the deli there
You're my friend again
We're still wanted men
At the feet chillin'
We're both there again
'Til lunch and I credibly, fuck you Molly Dentro
You're no better now sitting
Some headache, hey
Two so free come and suffer
Kwan, dough and Laura Delladee.
Oh, say about the fancy can
Lame ass shelter see
And Senor Pedro Diamo
No no dear be fine
I don't care what you want, Felichita.
Credibly, fuck you Molly Dentro
You're no better now sitting
Some headache, hey
Two so free come and suffer
Kwan, dough and Laura Delladee.
Oh.

I was listening to Josh Groban this morning when the song words morph in my mind like they often do.

I sent Josh a tweet saying I was writing him a song about Twitter.

Well, not a song, but a long tweet perhaps.

So to the tune of Hidden Away

Over mountains, and sky blue seas
Filled with fail whales, you can follow me.
I'm Josh Groban, I'm verified
If you are lucky, I will @ reply.

All these words that I want to say
Must be clever, there is limited space
Words like Buzzcocks, that your poor hearts crave
I won't keep them, I'll tweet them away.

Here's a link, a funny Kanye West song
I could do this all day long
Looking now for something I can retweet
Cute baby with a light saber day.
I'm gonna tweet my dog
I think I'll use yfrog
Post this on my blog, later today.

I'm okay if he doesn't like it. I just hope he doesn't block me.