High on Sunday 51

Despite the fact that I slept through the Oscars last night (NOT a reflection on Jon Stewart) and got a ton of sleep, I still have a low-level funk about me. I guess at my core I have an overabundance of melancholy. Hence Aimee Mann’s Lost in Space on iTunes to help me through until lunch.

My current favorite track, High on Sunday 51:

The monkey knows how you’ll react
Creating want by holding back
Like some reverse pyromaniac
Let me try, baby, try

I propped my window up and then
I turned my back to lure you in
To rifle through what I might have been
Let me try, baby, try

Baby, please — let me begin
Let me be your heroin
Hate the sinner but love the sin
Let me be your heroin

We have crossed the rubicon
Our ship awash, our rudder gone
The rats have fled but I’m hanging on
Let me try, baby, try

Baby, please — let me begin
Let me be your heroin
Hate the sinner but love the sin
Let me be your heroin

A lot of people like the Bachelor No. 2 album better (I’m one of them), but Lost in Space has it’s charms.

I haven’t really listened to The Forgotten Arm, but reviews are mixed. I’ll report back when my ears are more experienced.

Until then, enjoy my melancholy sadness (no relation to Billy Corgan).

Oh, and I think the song works if you substitute Heroine for Heroin as well. Just a thought.

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