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.: Well, d.c. is involved in a webinar tonight, so I’ll be writing the blog post solo, but it’s not the end of the world. That will give me a chance to tell you about the screenplays that I’ve written that haven’t yet been on the air.
I wrote “Lawn and Order.” It was about a horticulturist who went out and treated turfgrass, and then went to a fast-food restaurant and ordered food. He rated the food on a scale using the color green. The deeper the green color, the better the food. However, the people that I sent it to said that cows don’t read, so it wouldn’t sell. So, then I wrote “King of the Meal.” It was along the same lines. It rated food at fast food restaurants on a crown basis. The more crowns the food got, the better the food was. It didn’t sell, either. They said something about imperialism being passe.
So, I decided to get into the horror flick field. So, I wrote “The Cats in the Cradle and the Baby is Dead, Dead, Dead.” That didn’t sell because they said it was too gruesome. To lighten the mood, I wrote “You Can Do That On Television, But It’s a Really Bad Idea.” That didn’t sell, either. Something about a bad idea for a script was what I was told. Then I decided to write mysteries. That led me to write a show featuring my favorite fictional person, Sheila Haynes. She’s …(ring).
“Oh, hi, Tucker, tucker Two, a.k.a. The Cat Fighter Formerly Known As The Tuxedo (who really needs a shorter nickname) Now Simply Known As T. Because Triple T Was Already Taken. Sure, I’d like that a lot!” Well, gtg. My husband, the heavyweight cat fighting champion in five different categories wants to spend some time with me. He wants us to go to a fancy, sitdown restuarant and order fish! I haven't done that since yesterday, and I'm anxious to do it again! So I guess that’s all for today, folks. Please join my cohost, d.c. scot and me tomorrow for another episode of Cal.E.’s Korner.