Friday, 13 February 2009

• Currently: Personal Velocity

  I don't even know why I still have this blog.....

  
  On nights like this
  When the world's a bit amiss.
  And the lights go down.
  Across the trailer park.
  I get down, I feel had.
  I feel on the verge of going mad.
  And then it's time to punch the clock.

  I put on some make-up
  And turn on the tape deck.
  And pull the wig back on my head.
  Suddenly I'm Miss Midwest Midnight Checkout Queen
  Until I head home.
  And I put myself to bed.

  I look back on where I'm from.
  Look at the woman I've become.
  And the strangest things seem suddenly routine.
  I look up from my Vermouth on the rocks
  The gift wrapped wig still in the box
  Of towering velveteen.

  I put on some make-up
  Some LaVern Baker.
  I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf.
  Suddenly I'm Miss Beehive 1963
  Until I wake up.
  And I turn back to myself.

  Some girls they have natural ease.
  They wear it any way they please.
  With their French flip curls
  And perfumed magazines.
  Wear it up, let it down.
  This is the best way that I've found
  To be the best you've ever seen.

  I put on some make-up,
  Turn on the eight-tack.
  I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf.
  Suddenly I'm Miss Farrah Fawcett
  From TV
  Until I wake up.
  And I turn back to myself.

  Shag, bi-level, bob
  Dorothy Hamill do,
  Sausage curl, chicken wings
  It's all because of you
  With your blow dried, feather backed
  Toni home wave, too
  Flip, for, frizz, flop
  It's all because of you.

  Okay Everybody.

  I put on some make-up
  Turn up the eight track.
  I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf.
  Suddenly I'm this punk rock star
  Of stage and screen
  And I ain't never.
  I'm never turning back.

  Wig In A Box written by Stephen Trask,
  performed by Hedwig and The Angry Inch for
  the film(2001) and musical(1998) Hedwig And The Angry Inch.
  
  
  

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