I have the feeling that a one-winged dove is not going to last too long, though you might argue that it would fly in circles. But maybe that’s just me.
Answer ghosted here->“Edge of Seventeen,” by Stevie Nicks
Note: as I said the first time, this is music lip-synched by drag-queens, not written or recorded by them.
Update: apparently I’m an idiot and it’s “white-winged” dove even though I always heard it as “one-winged” dove. So the song makes more sense but this entry makes absolutely no sense now.
It’s “white-,” you cripple-hating racist!
Well, crap. Stevie’s bad pronunciation is my stupidity.
Listen, somebody should tell Jeff that teh crayzee is on teh lam. Dr. Deb has evidently flouted whatever and there is a warrant out for her arrest. Just FYI.
Stevie’s bad pronunciation is my stupidity.
Honey, if that’s the only thing in that song that you could find to snark on, you’re not trying very hard.
I luuuurve that song, by the way. But it just makes no sense.
Oh I went today.
Maybe I will go again
Tomorrow.
Say ooh, baby. Ooh. Say ooh.
(Also, it looks like you know a suspicious amount about drag queen music. I didn’t even know there was such a genre. Just sayin’.)
I like the song, and I like Stevie Nicks, both the solo and fleetwood mac work. Gypsy is probably my favorite song she does, but of course the stuff from rumors is pretty good. I haven’t listened to much of that stuff in a long time, but when I hear it, I still like it. I’m more likely to be listening to Metallica these days.
I kind of made up the drag-queen genre. Every song I mention in the posts is one I have seen lip-synched to live by a drag-queen. As to how a straight guy ended up hanging out in such a place, well, it’s an odd story. I doubt it’s particularly interesting, though.
I’m still there most fridays.
Looks like Lady Mondegreen stikes again…
TW: English52, do you speak it, muthah…
I’d imagine he knows. She failed to appear on a restraining order violation, so that would be a bench warrant.
On the bright side, it seems that the internet home of Dr. Demento has gone defunct, so you’ll have to get teh crazee someplace else. They’re all out.
Excuse me, while I kiss this guy.
You know your site is going downhill when the people who subbing for you while you take a break start having people subbing for them while they take a break.
Hey dt.
Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.
I hope that wasn’t too strong. I know I agreed to a a language policy when I signed up.
BTW, Jimi, all I can say is, NTTAWWT.
You mean it’s not “just like a white wingnut”?
That, courtesy of my wife. For the longest time I couldn’t correct her because I had no clue what that word was supposed to be—but for some reason I just wasn’t ready to subscribe to that theory.
Warm smell of colitis, right?
No, “Cletus.”
If you’ve never been stuck for hours in a car with him, you just cannot imagine.
You know, cranky-d, if you extrapolate that white winged dove over to Gaza, the whole thing does make sense!
Hey, Cranky,
On a more serious note, you might want to be checked for Auditory Processing Dysfunction, the aural equivalent of dyslexia.
Trouble with lyrics and foreign languages is clear sign, given that your basic hearing is OK.
I was forty before I was diagnosed–not a serious disability, but it sure explained a lot.
Try this.
I don’t think getting a few lyrics wrong is a sign of anything other than the singer slurring a bit. Most of the time I hear them correctly. But thanks anyway.
If you like green enchiladas, getting caught in the rain…
Our Father, who art in heaven, Harold be thy name…
etc., etc., etc.