Ok weekend. Cleaned garage, roommate cleaned kitchen + office. Got an old game, turned out boring. Video card dying, too cheap to buy new one just yet. Got new storage drive to replace failing one. Listening to I Just Don't Think I'll Ever Get Over You by Colin Hay and here's the lyrics:
I drink good coffee every morning
Comes from a place that's far away
And when I'm done I feel like talking
Without you here there is less to say
I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy
What is closer to the truth
That if I lived till I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
UPDATE: Upon reading the lyrics without the song in my head, I realize how dependent it is on the singer's voice and timing, and the guitar. By themselves, the words seem mundane and uninspired.
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