Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Tom's Diner has made me crazy for 17 years.

Damn you Suzanne Vega, the same song has been playing in my head for the last 17 YEARS! Not even the full song. It's that "da da da da, da da da da, da da da da da da da da, I am sitting in the morning at the diner on the corner" and the rest of it is lost to me. I honeslty have had this song playing in my head for this long. Sometimes it's so bad I sing it all day. Sometimes I conjure it up myself. I could just punch myself in the face when I do this. Grrr.

However, there is room in my head for one other song. It makes my husband INSANE. I'm allowed to sing it for one month of the year. He particularly enjoys when I sing it in the middle of summer. Whistling is moderately acceptable, as apparently I am the WORLD's WORST WHISTLER. This is my title. Wanna know the song? LET IT SNOW.

"OH the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful, and since there's no place to go, LET IS SNOW, LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW!"


Blogger Kristi said...

Ha, Ha! That makes me laugh - My husband gets songs stuck in his head and he is the one who sings them constantly then they get into mine....but now thanks to you I have Tom's Diner in my head...

April 16, 2008 at 9:22 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Here you go sweetie

Tom's Diner
I am sitting
In the morning
At the diner
On the corner

I am waiting
At the counter
For the man
To pour the coffee

And he fills it
Only halfway
And before
I even argue

He is looking
Out the window
At somebody
Coming in

"It is always
Nice to see you"
Says the man
Behind the counter

To the woman
Who has come in
She is shaking
Her umbrella

And I look
The other way
As they are kissing
Their hellos

I'm pretending
Not to see them
And instead
I pour the milk

I open
Up the paper
There's a story
Of an actor

Who had died
While he was drinking
It was no one
I had heard of

And I'm turning
To the horoscope
And looking
For the funnies

When I'm feeling
Someone watching me
And so
I raise my head

There's a woman
On the outside
Looking inside
Does she see me?

No she does not
Really see me
Cause she sees
Her own reflection

And I'm trying
Not to notice
That she's hitching
Up her skirt

And while she's
Straightening her stockings
Her hair
Has gotten wet

Oh, this rain
It will continue
Through the morning
As I'm listening

To the bells
Of the cathedral
I am thinking
Of your voice

And of the midnight picnic
Once upon a time
Before the rain began
I finish up my coffee

It's time to catch the train


April 18, 2008 at 6:23 PM  
Blogger KiS said...


April 18, 2008 at 7:44 PM  

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