Did You Forget About Me, Mr Duplicity? (i hate to bug you in the middle of dinner)

 

Best Experienced With:   Alanis Morissette;       You Oughta Know

(Please right click the link below to open the suggested background music to this evening’s gathering in a new browser window.   You really should open the song if you normally just read here because the Godzilla slippers move to the music and the sing along aspect of this evening’s get together is pointless without the music.  Unless you sing really, really well a cappella.   Not just in your car, because everyone sings well in their car…I mean that you truly sing well a cappella.   Few can.)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4UEWbTxmG9o

Was driving around Oregon this morning listening to Alanis Morissette and, for obvious reasons, thought of three things.  First, a new goal for the next twelve months is to sing You Oughta Know at a karaoke bar.    A punk version of You Oughta Know, channeling Sid Vicious.  Second thought while listening to Alanis whine about her break up was that before the week is up the Mind of Mully needs a get together on Nashian economic models and traditional gaming theory’s role in bargaining and negotiating.   Come back Thursday or Friday if you’re interested in gaming theory and fractals.

Third, and most important, we have not had a sing a long up here in months.   Please get in a big circle and let’s have an Alanis sing along.   Those of you without rhythm, please follow the Godzilla slippers.   Thanks, Ty!    Animation by Ty…….slippers by an underwater nuclear disaster + a lizard……..music by Alanis relationship angst…….inspiration Route 205 boredom.      Go.

I want you to know I’m happy for you
I wish nothing but the best for you both
Blah, blah, blah, blah
Is she perverted like me
Would she yadda yadda yadda yadda, yadda?
Does she speak eloquently
And would she blah blah blah
I’m sure she’d make a really excellent mother

‘Cause the love that you gave that we made
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you’d hold me
Until you died, ’til you died
But you’re still alive

And I’m here to yadda yadda yadda
Of the mess you left when you went away
It’s not fair to blah, blah, blah
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know

You seem very well, things look peaceful
I’m not quite as well, I thought you should know
Did you forget about me Mr. Duplicity?
Yadda, yadda, yaddda, yadda, yadda, yadda
It was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced
And are you blah blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah?

‘Cause the love that you gave that we made
Yadda, yadda, yadda, yadda, yadda, yadda, yadda, yadda, yadda, yadda
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you’d hold me
Until you died, ’til you died
But you’re still alive

And I’m here to yadda yadda yadda
Of the mess you left when you went away
It’s not fair to blah, blah, blah
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know

‘Cause the joke that you laid in the bed that was me
And I’m not gonna fade as soon as you close your eyes
Blah, blah, blah
And every time I scratch my nails down someone else’s back
I hope you feel it…yadda, yadda, yadda

And I’m here to blah, blah, blah, blah
Of the mess you left when you went away
It’s not fair to yadda yadda yadda
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know

 

And I’m here to yadda yadda yadda
Of the mess you left when you went away
It’s not fair to blah, blah, blah
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know

(Sing-a-Long Night in The Attic)

Boa…voluntary.  Pilsner…mandatory