Welcome to my little piece of the blogosphere. During your visits to my blog you will see postings sometimes about music. I will talk about my favorite artists. I will talk about events and places to go. Since I am currently living at home, I'm North Dallas Homegirl and weblogista (Yes, I've been cracking myself up for 8 years).
Showing posts with label lyrics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lyrics. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Positively, Lyrics Day.
It's lyrics day.
"And now I know you're dissatisfied with your position and your place
Don't you understand, it's not my problem."
Bob Dylan, from the song "Positively 4th Street." I have always liked Bob Dylan. I heard a similar song today, and just wanted to post.
"You can climb a ladder up to the sun
Or a write a song nobody has sung
Or do something that's never been done
Do something that's never been done."
Coldplay, from the song Talk. This is from the album, X & Y.
It is day 11 pf the Blogathon.
thank you. THE END.
Alice
In a climbing a ladder up to the sun way, north dallas homegirl.
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Saturday, September 8, 2012
Tom Thumb Mishap and "Sidewalk Social Scientist, Don't Get No Satisfaction From Your Cigarette"
Hiya!
The great cake mishap.
I visited Tom Thumb recently. It was in the evening, about 6:30 p.m.
It was my mom's birthday, and I very much wanted someone to write on the cake. Pretty much I wanted a standard Happy Birthday message.
Nobody was in the bakery area (that's acceptable, in the evening).
I went to the Deli and asked for someone who could write on a cake. The Deli employee called for assistance.
A few minutes passed, and no one came. It was long enough for me to start wondering, "where is everybody?"
Afterward, I went to the Deli once again and asked a different employee if anyone was even in the store who could write on the cake.
The short story: this employee came over to the bakery area. For some reason, he gave us the supplies, and a relative of mine, who wishes to remain anonymous, and I wrote on the cake ourselves. Who knew we could do it. I have never decorated a cake.
Here it is.

As we were walking away, a manager (I think!) who had been paged earlier, came over.
"Do you guys need some help?"
I said, "We did!" Then added, "We did it ourselves!"
A lyric from the song "11:59" by Blondie. I thought she was saying, "Sidewalk Social Scientist Don't Get No Satisfaction," however, she is actually saying:
"Sidewalk Social Scientist
Don't Get No Satisfaction From Your Cigarette"
I am including it because I like how Blondie philosophizes (By Blondie I mean Deborah Harry--even though the whole band is Blondie).
Even though she is not saying what I thought she said.
Here is an Obama button from 2008. Can you believe it?

Goodbye. Thank you for reading.
(The End).
Alice
North Dallas Homegirl
The great cake mishap.
I visited Tom Thumb recently. It was in the evening, about 6:30 p.m.
It was my mom's birthday, and I very much wanted someone to write on the cake. Pretty much I wanted a standard Happy Birthday message.
Nobody was in the bakery area (that's acceptable, in the evening).
I went to the Deli and asked for someone who could write on a cake. The Deli employee called for assistance.
A few minutes passed, and no one came. It was long enough for me to start wondering, "where is everybody?"
Afterward, I went to the Deli once again and asked a different employee if anyone was even in the store who could write on the cake.
The short story: this employee came over to the bakery area. For some reason, he gave us the supplies, and a relative of mine, who wishes to remain anonymous, and I wrote on the cake ourselves. Who knew we could do it. I have never decorated a cake.
Here it is.
As we were walking away, a manager (I think!) who had been paged earlier, came over.
"Do you guys need some help?"
I said, "We did!" Then added, "We did it ourselves!"
A lyric from the song "11:59" by Blondie. I thought she was saying, "Sidewalk Social Scientist Don't Get No Satisfaction," however, she is actually saying:
"Sidewalk Social Scientist
Don't Get No Satisfaction From Your Cigarette"
I am including it because I like how Blondie philosophizes (By Blondie I mean Deborah Harry--even though the whole band is Blondie).
Even though she is not saying what I thought she said.
Here is an Obama button from 2008. Can you believe it?
Goodbye. Thank you for reading.
(The End).
Alice
North Dallas Homegirl
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