The Flimwell Papers

while a listen’ to Amy Winehouse…

bowlingalleylawyer:

to go with my whine.

Well, there I was getting scanned (what they call X-ray’d here in Old Blighty), MRI’d and even ultra sounded, when I just couldn’t get the old earworm outta my head…to one of the tech’s amusement while in the MRI I started hummin’ it very loudly.  I did so because I hate those sausage  tube machines and I’m a rather large sausage guy to be squeezed into one.  Yeah ok so what was the song….it was Martha and the Muffins’, ‘Echo Beach’  
Did any of you wonderful Tumblrite folks have an earworm today?   
And you all know what an earworm is, not necessarily a song you like, or even want to like but one that gets stuck in the brain like a itch and you keep on hummin’, whistlin’ and singing either aloud or inside your old brainbox till you almost want to scream….so what was your earworm today?   

Now you can’t tell I’m on heavy duty meds that are wearing off can you…all my typos and wordiness to beat a chimpmonk on meth….naw….sorry

And my time went so quickly,
I went lickety-splickly out to my old ’55
As I pulled away slowly, feeling so holy,
God knows, I was feeling alive.

Now the sun’s coming up,
I’m riding with lady luck,
Freeway cars and trucks,

mastodonstorm:

And now the sun’s comin’ up
I’m ridin’ with Lady Luck
Freeway cars and trucks
Stars beginning to fade
And I lead the parade
Just a wishin’ I’d stayed a little longer
Lord, don’t you know the feelin’s gettin’ stronger