Saturday, September 29, 2007

Serena's Saturday Jam

I'm not in any particular mood today. I just happen to like Radiohead. Enjoy! And if you'd care to leave me a couple of angst-ridden verses, go for it. I think I'd especially like to hear (yes, thank you, Kanrei) something on the topic of ... rubber poultry.

Wishing a splendid Saturday and, indeed, a fabulous weekend to you all.


ThatGreenyFlower said...

I am addicted to Radiohead. Seriously, would pull a Kanrei and follow them all over the world if I weren't also addicted to my health insurance.

"Creep" is the ultimate 9th grade song of woe and despair. Let's see if we can turn it into a song about rubber chicken keyrings:

When you were here before,
didn't look at you at all.
You left your keys on the table,
when you went to make a call.
And all I could see then,
in this dim smoky bar
was your rubber chicken,
your rubber chicken keyring.

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
Why do I think I should have it?
I don't deserve one.

I don't care if it hurts,
I want your chicken keyring.
I want that rubber chicken,
I want it to play with.
Then everyone will notice,
When I come in town.
I'd be so very special,
I wish I was special.

...and so on.

Anonymous said...

at KFC,
i'd give up
choking the chicken
for a chance to rubber poultry


puerileuwaite said...

Sorry, but I'm fresh out of angst, and all that I have left is an intense feeling of emotional strife.

Pink said...

stop look and listen
thats my philosophy
its called rubber poultry, baby
and thats alright with me

-- thank you, thank you very much


Serena Joy said...

Cool rendering, Greeny. You've turned the song into something altogether else, something that will now require independent analysis. I only hope that I, too, may someday have a rubber chicken keyring so that I may be ... special.:-)

/t.! I love your take on the situation. Your verse made me LMAO -- which is precisely the effect I was going for.:-)

Poor Puggy. If only you had a rubber pullet, I believe your emotional strife would dissipate. This is no guarantee your angst would return but, hey, we take what we can get.:-)

Thank YOU, Pinks -- very much. You have defined the essence of the rubber poultry experience -- and you can dance to it!:-)

Camille Alexa said...

It has very recently transpired
That SJ and others were
By a chicken of rubber
And biscuits with butter
Though any chef using both should be fired.


Sorry: I'm dogsitting for a neighbor and the pug and I are watching America's Top Chef on cable.

Serena Joy said...

Camille Alexa, pug babysitter
Waxes eloquent on the cluckish critter,
Never mind that it's rubber,
That just means no blubber
In our coq au vin et fritters.

You and the pup have fun watching the Chef.:)

Corn Dog said...

I don't know radiohead. People mention them all the time. Have a good weekend too, SJ.

Serena Joy said...

Happy weekend, CD. I miss you while you're on hiatus.:)

Pink said...

dance to it? why not? Elvis did :)

Serena Joy said...

Exactement, Pinks!:-)