July 2, 2008

I’ll be applying

for the faux-Jim Morrison job after Ian What’s-His-Name? gets tired of it. I’ve already got my first quatrain for Robbie Krieger to write a driving guitar lead to.

Here’s how it goes:

Hey baby shake that thing

Hey baby diamond ring

Hey baby now you’re mine

Take a bath in turpentine

 

For the second or third pass-through of the lyrics, I’ll change the first line to “my thing”, thus deepening that already intense Morrisonian sense of sharply intellectual sensuality. And of course for the extended coda of the live rave-up we’ll all four join in on the fourth line, singing it as “Make that breast milk into wine.”

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  1. Sheila Ryan on July 2nd, 2008 at 10:53 am

    Cooper, are you also going to become a bloated, abusive drunk? (You’ve got the bombast down pretty well.)

  2. Cooper Renner on July 2nd, 2008 at 11:01 am

    I’ll stop at the bombast. It will alone be enough.

  3. Sheila Ryan on July 2nd, 2008 at 4:19 pm

    Bombast is the essence.

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