Leave Something for the Archaeologists
Tel el Amarna
2004-09-06
12:09 am
I Am the Dancing Queen...
Hi, My name is Amarna, and I'm a Download Addict
I have begun to realize that I have a problem. A real problem. It's the middle of the night, and I am on the internet downloading DISCO. The Bee Gees, ABBA, the more disco Bowie tracks, and some other bands that, while they may have been too young to disco, fall under the heading of increadibly bad taste nonetheless.
There must be some kind of rehab center for this. I mean it's not normal to get so much joy out of listening to badly dressed people with an increadible need for massive dental work sing about how cool they are in their leisure suit.
I know I SHOULD feel guilty, but I keep hearing little scandanavian voices in my head - in perfect harmony - telling me:
YOU CAN DANCE, YOU CAN JIVE, HAVING THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE... YOU'RE IN THE MOOD FOR DANCE, AND WHEN YOU GET THE CHANCE, YOU ARE THE DANCING QUEEN
And even if I could ignore the amazing, raw power of these words, I know that, deep down:
I CAN'T HIDE, IF I CAN'T GET IN, I'LL REALLY TRY, I'VE GOT THE WINGS OF HEAVEN ON MY SHOES, I'M A DANCIN' MAN, AND I JUST CAN'T LOSE
YA KNOW,IT'S ALRIGHT. IT'S OK, I'LL LIVE TO SEE ANOTHER DAY... WHETHER YOU'RE A BROTHER, OR WHETHER YOU'RE A MOTHER, YOU'RE STAYIN' ALIVE... AH AH AH AH ... *SOUND OF PIGEON HEADS EXPLODING*
Thank you Barry Gibb! Thank you! I DON'T HAVE TO BE ASHAMED ANYMORE!
I'M GONNA SHAKE MY GROOVE THING!
um... but yeah, I still really need help...
