Weekend.

Ugh. Some nights you just go balls out / balls to the wall / basically you do something with the balls that as a woman you don't physically have - but metaphorically...


Anyway. To my ridiculously ridiculous night and horrifyingly bad morning... the following song.


Weekend by Mike Keneally.

This is the twisted weekend of my life
I walk and mumble
I mumble to myself for an hour
and I think my head is going to explode
These are the strangest moments of my days
There is no focus
Voices from on high are laughing
And I think my head is going to explode
Play fair you blasted forces
Play fair you deities
I can't predict your courses
My brain a slurpee freeze
Relent you flippin' forces
Retreat you wicked gods
Retreat on winged horses
I can't abide these odds.

This is the twisted weekend of my life
I walk and mumble
I cannot drag myself into the shower
And I think my face is going to explode
Inside of the next hour
These are the strangest moments of my days
And voices from on high are laughing
Their talk makes me weak
This is the twisted weekend of my life
I mumble to myself for an hour
And my heart pop out my chest

Play fair you horrid voices
Play fair you hijinx lords
Your point is ten fold proven
You've gone well overboard
Relent you piercing voices
Make past tense your shrieks
You lousy good for nothings
You scoffing shrieking freaks

This is the twisted weekend of my life
I walk and mumble
I mumble to myself for an hour
And I think my head is going to explode
And voices from on high are laughing
Their talk makes me weak
I cannot drag myself into the shower
This is the twisted weekend of my life

Play fair you blasted forces
Play fair you deities
I can't predict your courses
My brain. A slurpee. Freeze.
Relent you flipping forces
Retreat you wicked gods
Retreat on winged horses
I can't abide these odds.

This is the twisted weekend of my life
And I think
My head
Is going to
Explode.