All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true, I was made for you
I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the roads and I broke all the rules
And baby, I broke them all for you
Oh, because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do, I was made for you
You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
All of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through
Like you do, and I was made for you
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
Oh, but these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true, I was made for you
Oh yeah, well, it's true
That I was made for you
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Wednesday, May 02, 2007
十七歲
十七歲
陶喆
她是個十七歲的小女孩
她不知道自己有多可愛
她眼中只有相信和依賴
好像未來就該那麼好
讓我的心也跟著搖擺
我是個十七歲的小男孩
我不怕面對世界變多快
做過自己覺得好傻的事
那是多麼純真的年代(多麼純真)
那是多麼純潔的相愛(愛…呀伊…呀伊)
不知我怎麼變了 不知她怎麼變了
我慢慢知道什麼叫作忘記
是一種成長也好 是一種悲哀也好
不管我多想留住回憶
它依然隨著時光淡去
Our love
不再是十七歲的我和妳
最好還是想念別再相見
我將永遠記得那一段情
就算有一天我們變老(不要忘記)
想起彼此還有著微笑(笑…呀伊…呀伊)
因為我早已變了 因為妳早已變了
我也許不會愛上現在的妳
是沒有緣份也好 是沒有感覺也好
不管我多麼想念著妳
卻知道再也無法回到那年紀
因為我早已變了(我已早已變了)
因為妳早已變了(嗚…妳早已變了)
有一天我偶而再說起了妳
是一段往事也好(往事也好)
是一段感情也好(感情也好)
永遠將它寶貝在心底 whoa yeah
記憶著那時候的我和妳
Our love
Our love, and our love
那一段十七歲的愛情
陶喆
她是個十七歲的小女孩
她不知道自己有多可愛
她眼中只有相信和依賴
好像未來就該那麼好
讓我的心也跟著搖擺
我是個十七歲的小男孩
我不怕面對世界變多快
做過自己覺得好傻的事
那是多麼純真的年代(多麼純真)
那是多麼純潔的相愛(愛…呀伊…呀伊)
不知我怎麼變了 不知她怎麼變了
我慢慢知道什麼叫作忘記
是一種成長也好 是一種悲哀也好
不管我多想留住回憶
它依然隨著時光淡去
Our love
不再是十七歲的我和妳
最好還是想念別再相見
我將永遠記得那一段情
就算有一天我們變老(不要忘記)
想起彼此還有著微笑(笑…呀伊…呀伊)
因為我早已變了 因為妳早已變了
我也許不會愛上現在的妳
是沒有緣份也好 是沒有感覺也好
不管我多麼想念著妳
卻知道再也無法回到那年紀
因為我早已變了(我已早已變了)
因為妳早已變了(嗚…妳早已變了)
有一天我偶而再說起了妳
是一段往事也好(往事也好)
是一段感情也好(感情也好)
永遠將它寶貝在心底 whoa yeah
記憶著那時候的我和妳
Our love
Our love, and our love
那一段十七歲的愛情
Thursday, February 22, 2007
You're Pitiful
This has been around for a while, but it's not available in any of Weird Al's albums... because while Al had gotten permission from James Blunt to make a parody of his song, he was later contacted by Atlantic Records, James Blunt's label, which asked Al not to publish the song in his album. So instead of publishing the song in his album, Straight Outta Lynwood, he has the MP3 available for free download on his webpage.
This is why in Al's later video for White & Nerdy, in the part what he sings, "I edit Wikipedia," you can see him editing the entry for Atlantic Records to say "YOU SUCK!"
You're Pitiful
"Weird Al" Yankovic
My life is brilliant...
(What, was I too early? I'm sorry, should I... do you want to start over, or? Keep going? OK. Now? Now?)
My life is brilliant
Your life's a joke
You're just pathetic
You're always broke
Your homemade Star Trek uniform
Really ain't impressing me
You're sufferin' from delusions of adequacy
You're pitiful
You're pitiful
You're pitiful, it's true
Never had a date
That you couldn't inflate
And you smell repulsive, too
What a bummer being you
Well you just can't dance
And forget romance
Everybody you know still calls ya--"farty-pants"
But you'll always have a job, well, I mean
As long as you still can work that Slurpee machine
You're pitiful
You're pitiful
You're pitiful, it's true
You're half undressed
Eating chips off your chest
While you're playing Halo 2
No one's classier than you
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la Loser
You're pitiful
You're pitiful
You're pitiful, it's true
Your dog would much rather
Play fetch by itself
You still live with your mom, and you're 42
Guess you'll never grow a clue
Well, it just sucks to be you
This is why in Al's later video for White & Nerdy, in the part what he sings, "I edit Wikipedia," you can see him editing the entry for Atlantic Records to say "YOU SUCK!"
You're Pitiful
"Weird Al" Yankovic
My life is brilliant...
(What, was I too early? I'm sorry, should I... do you want to start over, or? Keep going? OK. Now? Now?)
My life is brilliant
Your life's a joke
You're just pathetic
You're always broke
Your homemade Star Trek uniform
Really ain't impressing me
You're sufferin' from delusions of adequacy
You're pitiful
You're pitiful
You're pitiful, it's true
Never had a date
That you couldn't inflate
And you smell repulsive, too
What a bummer being you
Well you just can't dance
And forget romance
Everybody you know still calls ya--"farty-pants"
But you'll always have a job, well, I mean
As long as you still can work that Slurpee machine
You're pitiful
You're pitiful
You're pitiful, it's true
You're half undressed
Eating chips off your chest
While you're playing Halo 2
No one's classier than you
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la Loser
You're pitiful
You're pitiful
You're pitiful, it's true
Your dog would much rather
Play fetch by itself
You still live with your mom, and you're 42
Guess you'll never grow a clue
Well, it just sucks to be you
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Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Real Men of Genius
This is probably my favorite out of all the Budweiser's advertisement series.
Bud Light presents: Real Men of Genius.
Today we salute you, Mr. Boneless Buffalo Wing Inventor.
How do you improve upon a meat that is breaded, buttered, double-fried, and dipped in blue cheese dressing? Remove the only part that doesn't contain fat.
Gone now is the race to eat the drumsticks first, leaving the wings for the other poor suckers.
Is it leg? Is it wing? Is it rear-end? Now every chunk is as identical as it is indistinguishable.
So crack open an ice cold Bud Light, Boneless Wing Mastermind, because we don't have a bone to pick with you.
Bud Light presents: Real Men of Genius.
(Real Men of Genius)
Today we salute you, Mr. Boneless Buffalo Wing Inventor.
(Mr. Boneless Buffalo Wing Inventor)
How do you improve upon a meat that is breaded, buttered, double-fried, and dipped in blue cheese dressing? Remove the only part that doesn't contain fat.
(Don't need no stinkin' bone)
Gone now is the race to eat the drumsticks first, leaving the wings for the other poor suckers.
(Hands off my drummies!)
Is it leg? Is it wing? Is it rear-end? Now every chunk is as identical as it is indistinguishable.
(Hope I'm not eating rear-end)
So crack open an ice cold Bud Light, Boneless Wing Mastermind, because we don't have a bone to pick with you.
(Mr. Boneless Buffalo Wing Inventor)
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