find MY theme song

This Time Tomorrow by The Kinks

This time tomorrow where will we be
On a spaceship somewhere sailing across an empty sea
This time tomorrow what will we know
Well we still be here watching an in-flight movie show
I’ll leave the sun behind me and watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by
Seven miles below me I can see the world and it ain’t so big at all
This time tomorrow what will we see
Field full of houses, endless rows of crowded streets
I don’t where I’m going, I don’t want to see
I feel the world below me looking up at me
Leave the sun behind me, and watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by
And I’m in perpetual motion and the world below doesn’t matter much to me
This time tomorrow where will we be
On a spaceship somewhere sailing across any empty sea
This time tomorrow, this time tomorrow

ffffuck

Found it! :)

Pork and Beans
by Weezer

“They say I need some Rogaine to put in my hair
Work it out at the gym to fit my underwear
Oakley makes the shades that transform a tool
You’d hate for the kids to think that you lost your cool

I’ma do the things that I wanna do
I ain’t got a thing to prove to you
I’ll eat my candy with the pork and beans
Excuse my manners if I make a scene
I ain’t gonna wear the clothes that you like
I’m finally dandy with the me inside
One look in the mirror and I’m tickled pink
I don’t give a hoot about what you think

Everyone likes to dance to a happy song (hey, hey)
With a catchy chorus and beat so they can sing along (hey, hey)
Timbaland knows the way to reach the top of the charts
Maybe if I work with him I can perfect the art

I’ma do the things that I wanna do
I ain’t got a thing to prove to you
I’ll eat my candy with the pork and beans
Excuse my manners if I make a scene
I ain’t gonna wear the clothes that you like
I’m finally dandy with the me inside
One look in the mirror and I’m tickled pink
I don’t give a hoot about what you think

No I don’t care
I don’t care

I’ma do the things that I wanna do
I ain’t got a thing to prove to you
I’ll eat my candy with the pork and beans
Excuse my manners if I make a scene
I ain’t gonna wear the clothes that you like
I’m finally dandy with the me inside
One look in the mirror and I’m tickled pink
I don’t give a hoot about what you think”

Theme songs are fun to have for things, really. I think I may have a few in mind, but I may just wait until one pops out at me. =)

You read the title damn it. Stuff.

dfrree

i did this mine are walking on sunshine – katrina + the waves and highway to hell ac/dc when i have a bad day or a good day my music helps my mood music is the thing tha makes life worth living be open to all kinds of stuff evanescence bring me to life got me thru worst period in my life i was homeless all i had were contents of my bag n clothes on my back that song got me up off the floor and into the world your song can change you can have more than one song good luck good listening XXX

listen to the tweeting birds and the rippling water in my bloggie. the background music is my signature tune. Click here Fingertalks

I changed my mind.

Queen Bitch by David Bowie

I’m up on the eleventh floor
And I’m watching the cruisers below
My heart’s in the basement
My weekend’s
at an all time low
He’s down on the street
And he’s trying hard
to pull sister Flo

‘Cause she’s hoping to score
So I can’t see her
letting him go
Walk out of her heart
Walk out of her mind

She’s so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat
and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I could do better than that

She’s an old-time ambassador
Of sweet talking, night walking games
And she’s known in the darkest clubs
For pushing ahead of the dames
If she says she can do it
Then she can do it,
she don’t make false claims
But she’s a Queen,
and such are queens
That your laughter
is sucked in their brains
Now she’s leading him on
And she’ll lay him right down
But it could have been me
Yes, it could have been me
Why didn’t I say,
why didn’t I say, no, no, no

[CHORUS]

So I lay down a while
And I look at my hotel wall
Oh the cot is so cold
It don’t feel like no bed at all
Yeah I lay down a while
And I look at my hotel wall
But he’s down on the street
So I throw both his bags down the hall
And I’m phoning a cab
‘Cause my stomach feels small
There’s a taste in my mouth
And it’s no taste at all

It could have been me
Oh yeah, it could have been me
Why didn’t I say,
Why didn’t I say, no, no, no

She’s so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat
and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I could do better than that

Witchy Woman by The Eagles

The whole heroin addiction thing doesn’t apply, but a good song nonetheless