Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Earworm: Cotton

I want to punch the television every time Leona Lewis comes on singing about the fabric of our lives, but that would get awfully expensive very quickly. Instead, I try to remember back to a simpler time, when Aaron Neville's deceptive voice would sneak up on me from behind and whisper its sweet melody into my ears. It's only a matter of time before his mole fully takes over and slits my throat. Somebody needs to make a horror film of that with a quickness.

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