That's great, it starts with an earthquake Birds and snakes, and aeroplanes And Lenny Bruce is not afraid
… Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn World serves its own needs Don't mis-serve your own needs Speed it up a notch, speed, grunt, no, strength The ladder starts to clatter With a fear of height, down, height Wire in a fire, represent the seven games And a government for hire and a combat site Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry With the Furies breathing down your neck
… Team by team, reporters baffled, trumped, tethered, cropped Look at that low plane, fine, then Uh oh, overflow, population, common group But it'll do, save yourself, serve yourself World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed Tell me with the Rapture and the reverent in the right, right You vitriolic, patriotic, slam fight, bright light Feeling pretty psyched
… It's the end of the world as we know it It's the end of the world as we know it It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine
… Six o'clock, T.V. hour, don't get caught in foreign tower Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn Lock him in uniform, book burning, bloodletting Every motive escalate, automotive incinerate Light a candle, light a motive, step down, step down Watch your heel crush, crush, uh oh This means no fear, cavalier, renegade and steering clear A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline
… It's the end of the world as we know it (I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it (I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine (time I had some time alone) I feel fine (I feel fine)
… It's the end of the world as we know it (time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it (time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine (time I had some time alone)
… The other night I drifted nice continental drift divide Mountains sit in a line, Leonard Bernstein Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs Birthday party, cheesecake, jellybean, boom You symbiotic, patriotic, slam but neck, right, right
… It's the end of the world as we know it (time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it (time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine (time I had some time alone)
… It's the end of the world as we know it It's the end of the world as we know it It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine (time I had some time alone)
… It's the end of the world as we know it (time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it (time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine (time I had some time alone)
… It's the end of the world as we know it (time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it (time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine (time I had some time alone)
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: John Michael Stipe / Michael E. Mills / Peter Lawrence Buck / William Thomas Berry
It’s the End of the World as We Know It (and I Feel Fine) lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
C.: I’ll hide under a pile of coats and hope everything turns out okay, like I did from 2017 to 2019. No, wait, that didn’t turn out so well. That’s when COVID 19 started. I should have hidden under a pile of coats for the next two years, but I was hungry and needed to potty.
I’ll just call Meow Z. Tongue, then, and invite him back to earth, so he can just end my misery, along with the whole world. Well, he’d also end everyone else’s misery and good times, so that’s not a good idea. Besides, he said he wouldn’t come back to earth as long as that awful noise is still here. Even his A.I., Al couldn’t take that noise. I wish I knew what it sounded like, but every time Meow heard it, me, and my band, The RoCKats were playing, so I don’t know what it sounds like.
d.c. says that I shouldn’t worry because he thinks that I just have a case of “cold feet.” I wonder where that term originated. I’ll look it up on my favorite website, CNN. Here’s what Cats Need kNowledge has to say about that term:
The Oxford English Dictionary attributes the earliest usage of cold feet in this sense to the writer and poet Stephen Crane. In the 1896 edition of "Maggie: A Girl of the Streets," Crane writes: `I knew this was the way it would be. They got cold feet. ' That is they lost courage or enthusiasm.”
That doesn’t help. I wonder, since cats have twice as many feet as humans, if cats have twice as much doubt as humans do? Maybe that’s where the term ‘scaredy cat” came from. I’m really freaked out about my impending marriage to five-time heavy weight catfighting champion (and hench cat for Tom the Tabby) Tucker Tucker Two, so I need to dull my mind. d.c. says that watching baseball helps calm his nerves, so I’ll watch the Astros game.
Hmm. What does the announcer mean that the pitcher threw an “arm-side slider”? Doesn’t the pitcher have two arms? Which arm is the side the slider was thrown to? And what is the pitch clock good for? If the pitcher and the batter can each call time out during an at bat, does it really speed the game up? I think there should be thirty seconds for the batter to get from his position on the field to the batter’s box after a half inning is over if he’s batting first, or he’s out. That would speed the game up, and each team would have an automatic out when the catcher bats, just like the Astros do when Martin Maldonado is batting.
Maybe there should be just one pitch to each batter. If it’s in the strike zone and the batter doesn’t swing, he’s out. If it’s outside of the strike zone, he gets to go to first base, but he must get there before the catcher throws the ball back to the pitcher and the pitcher throws the next pitch to the next batter, or he’s out. And it would be more interesting if the infielders could tackle the runners between bases. I would call it “Full Contact Baseball.” The runner would be able to run outside of the basepaths, but he’s out if he touches the grass. The runner could block the team from throwing the ball if he could tackle the player with the ball before he throws it. Then, he would be awarded a sack, and get to go to the next base. That would catch on in the state of Texas, I believe.
And blocking home plate would be allowed again. Then there would be more exciting plays like when Pete Rose flattened Ray Fosse in the 1970 All-Star game. Now, there was a competitor. Pete was banned from the Baseball Hall of Fame because he betted on his own team. In other words, he bet on himself to win. Isn’t that what one is supposed to do in life?
I must get ready to go to work tomorrow night. I only have sixteen hours to sleep before I need to get up and get ready, so I’ll need to wrap this up. d.c. should be back with us tomorrow, so join my co-host and me for another episode of Cal.E,’s Korner.
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