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NOV 11, 2008 | 9:07 PM | Jed Davis
Alive and well in Brooklyn.
It's been a week and I think we're doing okay with this whole move to Brooklyn. We still have almost no furniture, nothing much to cook with, and no cable or Internet in the loft for two more days. But the neighborhood is wonderful, and so inspiring.
I've started just about every day by taking a bagel and coffee down to the waterfront. I have yet to see more than three or four people walk by during my breakfast. That's my favorite thing about DUMBO so far - no people!
In honor of my new homeland, I'd like to share with you my 10 most favoritest lyrics from the patron saint of Brooklyn, Brian Dewan:
1. I picked you up at your doorstep / And drove along / And drove along / And dropped you off at the loony bin / Where you belong. - "Where They Belong"
2. The letter fell into the hands of a Yankee antique dealer / He decided it was bunk and threw it in the cellar. / He bid at an auction for a haunted pianola / When he got it home, the ghost inside haunted his house forever. - "The Letter"
3. What strange abomination holds fancy over fact? / What byzantine mutation would love what can't love back? / What kind of freak of nature forgives a heinous crime? - "The Human Heart"
4. It can drum its fingers on a desk / Or shake your hand! / Or shake your hand! - "The Boston Arm"
5. Put your money where your mouth is. / Put your money in your mouth. - "Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is"
6. What are you, queer? / Cut your hair. / I think you should be / In the electric chair. - "Cut Your Hair"
7. Discoloring and decaying / They cannot pull their weight / They block the path of passers-by / Until they desiccate. - "Cadavers"
8. Warm and wet and knowing / Mute, but so alive / Few of God's creations / Scarcely can compare / Who can explain / The mysteries inside / Oh, so beautiful / Slippery and smooth. - "Feel the Brain"
9. A sunny afternoon in the summertime / Sound can carry for far and wide / When I put the record on the record player to play / People can hear it for a mile away / Open all the windows on a summer's day / Hundreds of people can hear the record play. - "The Record"
10. The kids / The kids / They think they own the place / Barging in to make themselves at home / In their bathing suits / With their great big towels / Creeping forward to usurp your throne. - "The Kids"
Man, it was hard to pick just ten!
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