Songs That Make Me Wanna:
Wear a spandex body suit: Life on Mars, David Bowie
Drink a fifth of whiskey, smoke a pack of cigarettes, and light things on fire: Sweet Child of Mine, Guns N Roses
Grow my hair to my waist and dance in a field of daisies: A Case of You, Joni Mitchell
Put on a short skirt. And flirt. With a stranger: Out tonight, Rent Soundtrack
Make out with Paul Simon: Kodachrome, Simon & Garfunkel
Go back to college: White Houses, Vanessa Carlton
Run away to a far-off place. Or just turn up my iPod on the subway and pretend to be going somewhere: Holiday, Weezer
Make out with Bob Dylan. With my eyes closed, of course: Buckets of Rain, Bob Dylan
Shake it: My humps, Black Eyed Peas
Shake it drunkenly at 1928 Cleneay in Cincinnati, OH: Toxic, Britney Spears
Write poetry and love letters: Oh, You Are The Roots That Sleep Beneath My Feet, Bright Eyes
Time warp into the 1980s to hang out with Prince and other androgynous, eyeliner-wearing, spandex-clad men: Let's Go Crazy, Prince
Laugh hysterically. And shake it: Step In The Name of Love, R. Kelly
Write a letter to Gwen Stefani letting her know that she and I have so much in common and really should be best friends. Or at least go on double dates with David and Gavin: Simple Kind of Life, Underneath it All, and Running, all by Gwen Stefani/No Doubt
Take a bunch of hallucinogenic drugs and see what develops: Talking Shit About The Sunset, Modest Mouse
Drive around Lake Harriet drinking 32 oz. Diet Cokes and busting dance movies in Erin Mulcahy's now deceased 1994 Honda Civic, Magenta. May she rest in peace: Billie Jean, Michael Jackson
Have a baby and write really deep stuff about how getting knocked up outside of marriage changes your whole perspective on shit: Zion, Lauryn Hill.
Get really hyped up and punch someone in the face: Monkey Wrench, Foo Fighters
Ger really hyped up and punch someone in the face. But look hot doing it: Fighter, Christina Aguilera
I like your selections a lot, but I would replace the "Rent" soundtrack choice with "Killing in the Name of" by Rage Against the Machine? Do you see?
Interesting exercise and one that I may come back to again and again.
Drift around on the lake in an old wooden rowboat waiting for the summer boys to notice us: Summer Wind, Frank Sinatra.
Take a road trip: Me and Bobby McGhee, Kris Kristofferson.
Wallow in the past: Hello it's me, Todd Rundgren and running on Empty, Jackson Browne.
Dance even though I don't know how: One O'Clock Jump, Count Basie.
Get high and drive around in a convertible: Let's get lost, Chet Baker.
Fall in love w/ Stevil all over again: Let's spend the Night Together, Rolling Stones.
I forgot:
Fall in love with a gay man; In the Still of the night by cole porter.
Make out with a fat irish singer with my eyes closed, of course: Into the Mystic by Van Morrison.
drive around with my pompadore: like a rocket by rev horton heat
drink whiskey and get in a fight: tall cans in the air by transplants
bust slugs: twinz(deep cover 98') by big pun
i forgot....
stab a guy: mack the knife (im dot sure what the songs about but it should be about stabbin'!)
Starting this year on my birthday, I'm going to make a soundtrack that I want to be handed it out my funeral. I've put your sister and a few other girls in charge of the production and distribution at the wake. This year's mix will consist of all songs that would make you weep, weep, weep. Maybe next year's mix will be a little more upbeat. We'll see. Some songs from the current list:
Calling All Angels: Jane Siberry
If You Leave: OMD
Kind and Generous: Natalie Merchant
I Will Remember You: Sarah McLachlan
Try A Little Tenderness: Otis Redding
She Talks to Angels: The Black Crowes
Wait, Madge--never say you don't know how to dance. Meg's wedding? Out of control dance moves. I liked those.
You are so funny. I feel like since we left college every day that has passed I have become less funny. Maybe I was never funny...I don't know. But what I do know is that you are on a completely different level of funny and when I was around you I was forced to raise myself to that level...no one challenges me like that anymore.
I just heard a song that makes me want to.....
Eat an entire bag of potato chips wearing nothing but my undergarments:
Autobiography-Ashlee Simpson
Go back in time to the decadent 80s and attend a party in NYC where everyone else is doing lines of coke - This Must Be The Place - Talking Heads