The Lewd Angel

The Lovely Miss ME

I am bored still. So I am posting AGAIN. Mark says I am the most bored person he knows. I am bored a lot. By the way people I don't post all these pictures thinking I am super gorgeous in them. Sometimes I just I like them.

I wish Peggy Lee were not dead. I would like to meet her. I think she would be sweet and funny. I wish I were an old school jazz vocals singer because I like to sing and I like old fashioned lyrics. Does Decca records still exist?



One time I tried to write an old style Jazz song but I can't play any instruments. I made up the lyrics and two melodies that don't fit in together. Awesome. Sometimes I dream music and it's not music that I have ever heard before and it really is beautiful and if I knew how play instruments I could get it all down before I forgot it but I can't. How frustrating. I bet that happens to lots of people. Writing music is kind of like listening for something you can hear in your mind and figuring out how to make those sounds out loud. Most people can hear the music but very few can get it out. Also tho, some bad music is not probably written like that, like overly feedback shit because feedback is not divine.

I am so hilariously pretentious.

Here are the words to my corney jazz song that doesn't exist. It's called "Be Sweet to Me"

It started with flowers, none did I receive.
But that ain't no big deal, babe; for that I don't grieve.
But I miss your phone calls, you drawing my bath,
I miss the times where we'd stay up all night and laugh
And I've been checking the mailbox, darn near everyday but you ain't got no sweet love letters coming my way.

CHORUS:

My heart's on the table, but I'm ready to fold.
I'm waiting to love you; this game's growin' old.
So I'm asking you baby, I'm begging you please,
Darling, just be sweet to me.

I bought a new dress and did up my hair.
I was hoping to please you but you didn't care.
So I'm left wondering, what can I do,
To spark the flame of love that once burned in you?
Romance used to take us on each and every date
But now bitterness has gone and taken its place.

CHORUS:

The bed is not empty but I'm still cold.
Am I not the woman whom you long to hold?
So I'm begging you baby, if you won't set me free,
Darling, just be sweet to me


I am a cornmaster. I think I will go for a walk and maybe get my eyebrows waxed if I can.

Monday, January 30, 2006