Thursday, January 11, 2007

Coin Slots Are For The Weak

Soundtrack: Donnie Darko

Two things that made yesterday awesome:
1. I drank enough coffee to kill a small horse.
2. I discovered that Pop Tarts are extremely flammable.

The reason for the extreme coffee consumption yesterday is simple. I started training for my new job yesterday. I'm working at the coffee shop in the Tivoli Student Union at the Auraria campus. It used to be called The Daily Grind, but that went out of business so now it's Cimarron Café. I like Daily Grind better.

Coin Slot
Don't go out tonight
The darkness is sharp knives
My soul is begging you
Don't leave your birdcage

They watch with cat's eyes
They mean to do you harm
They stare at your plumage
And lick their dry lips

The coin goes in the slot
Ring the bell and jackpot
You light up and go to sleep
Coin slots are for the weak
The coin goes in the slot
Wrap your tears in this loss
Light me up and go to sleep
Coin slots are for the weak

Don't be weak

Don't do the easy thing
Display your supple fur
Wrap your vines around him
Don't drag you down alone

They watch with bated breath
They mean to do you harm
They stare at tiger stripes
That wrap around you

The coin goes in the slot
Ring the bell and jackpot
You light up and go to sleep
Coin slots are for the weak
The coin goes in the slot
Wrap your tears in this loss
Light me up and go to sleep
Coin slots are for the weak

Don't be weak

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