There is a certain perverse joy in driving in a 1985 Dodge Aries (can't revive this one on the third disc....baaaa-ZING! Props to anyone who actually got that reference....) on a hot day with the windows down blasting Milli Vanilli.

Xanga's not letting me tell you what I'm currently listening to, so I guess I have to:

Artist: Aimee Mann Song: "I Can't Help You Anymore" Album: The Forgotten Arm

I really dig these lyrics as it seems like Aimee wrote them just for me. She's STALKING ME!!!! :O

That summer was just crazy hot 

We walked the fairground parking lot 

And with our secret handshakes 

Sealed the deal completely 

But I'm too close to know just what 

Will keep Pandora's boxes shut 

And so I'll fail you badly 

When you really need me 



'Cause I don't know 

What I should know – 

That I can't help you anymore 

No, I can't help you anymore 

No, I can't help you anymore 



I'll get a pen and make a list 

And give you my analysis 

But I can't write this story 

With a happy ending 

Was I the bullet or the gun 

Or just a target drawn upon 

A wall that you decided 

Wasn't worth defending? 



And I should know 

But I don't know 

That I can't help you anymore 

No, I can't help you anymore 

No, I can't help you anymore 

Anymore 

No, I can't help you 



'Cause baby, look what I have done 

The ruins just go on and on 

I've got to let it go now, or it will drag me under 



So I can't help you anymore 

No, I can't help you anymore 

No, I can't help you anymore 

Anymore 

No, I can't help you anymore