Wednesday, April 29, 2009

No Mo' Beef Steak

Things I am equipt to write about today:
1. moving boxes
2. the zit on my chin
3. my sore throat, i.e. possible swine flu, i.e.i.e. for some reason I am not worried, e.i.e.i.oh I only worry about illnesses I could not ever have, i.e. prostate cancer.
4. My prostate hurts
Don't worry--I am not going to write about any of the above gems. Instead, I give you this: The Breakfast Song. My favorite line? One of these mornings/God is gonna' call me home/I won't need no breakfast/I'll be gone, gone...



Happy Hump Day, people (with a side order of no mo' Nuts of Grapes).

13 comments:

I *Heart* You said...

the tell tale sign of a true vocal artist is their ability to harmonize the word "grits" and make it last for 4 syllables. this is excellent.

i'm pretty sure heaven is filled with pancakes though.

JackeeG4glamorous said...

Agreed, I hope they don't send me to heaven without a pile-o-grits in my belly first.

I'd much prefer doughnuts...why not, I'd be dead so the caloric intake versus the large white robe to hide under is a non threat. Love me some chocolate frosted doughnuts and gooey glazed yummy delights.

I'm so hungry. {berp}

Kendra plus 2 said...

Do you think they wrote that gem themselves. If so, someone should notify the Academy. Which one, I haven't decided yet.
My favorite are the tight pan-ins. He's rockin' it for Jesus, and she looks like she's bored out of her freakin' mind.
Thanks for posting it, I'm gonna go serenade my hubby now.

Katie said...

If there isn't breakfast in Heaven I'm not interested.

The end

Judy said...

I LOVE this post and, of course, the "Breakfast Song"! I want a copy to play for myself every morning as I Zombie-walk through my get-out-the-door-decent-a.m.-ritual....make-up laid out in order of what goes on first (brushes pre-loaded the night before with my mineral make-up) clothes laid out/hung in same order.
This song, for some weird reasons, brought back strong memories of my childhood. Needless to say, I am NOT a morning person and I will always blame my Dad. His instrument of ultimate 5:15 a.m. torture was his beloved "new-fangled" built-intercom. To my everlasting pre-teen shame, Dad spent several enthusiastic years in the early
60's (and many "re-used" bricks- an entire 2 cents each for us to clean off the old mortar, stack and sort by color and condition)building his dream house. It was a mystery he took to his grave as to why he called it "Japanese Moderne". It was an exceedingly ugly monstrosity of a house proudly built on a street of stately and beautiful old Southern houses. The object of my misery and the Pavlovian instrument of my life-long hatred of early mornings, was the loud, perky 5:15 a.m. hateful, dreaded sound of the intercom blasting out the "Robertson-Chemical Fertlizer Hour" theme song...soon and inevitably to be followed by Dad-clad only in his tighty-whities and, inexpicably, socks- standing in the bedroom doorway booming out, "Rise and Shine, Up and At 'Em", too often coupled with his rousing rendition of "Nothin' Could Be Finer Than To Be In Carolina in the Mooooornnnnnniiiinnn". (No, there was precious little privacy, modesty, vocal talent or sensitivity in my childhood).

The "Breakfast Song" is MY song now-me ever hopeful in that deeply depressed morning state that I'll soon be "Gone, gone, gone to a better place" and that zombie woman just puts it over the top!

Don't know why that song just lanced an old abscess of morning memories that just spewed out of me but I couldn't stop myself. You can always delete me....but you'll never be able to take away the "Breakfast Song"!
Love and Thanks!
Mom

Design Junkie said...

I suddenly feel the incredible urge for an egg mcmuffin

kathleen said...

When I was nine, I cried for hours and hours because I thought I had AIDS. My older sister asked me in a very nonplussed voice, "Have you ever had a blood transfusion? Have you ever put a needle in one of your veins? Have you ever had unprotected sex?" No, no. Um, no, I'm nine. This was the beginning of worrying about all diseases regardless of if it was possible for me to contract. I'm with you.

Vanessa said...

I also have a sore throat! It's freaking me out!!! Could it be that I smoked two nights ago for the first time in about a year? Or that the temperature dropped and my room is drafty since I lifted the storm windows? No... I must have swine flu! Sad...

just a girl... said...

I was fine till I started reading the comments. I think my throat is closing as we speak, and shit I might have a fever.

Vanessa said...

I just listened to this song for the second time... I didn't realize how sad it was until now. No more biscuits? Sausage? Grits??? Grits are my fave. God is cool and all, but breakfast is like, really amazing.

krista said...

um, i'm sorry. god knows me well enough to know that if there is 'no mo bacon' i'm going to go postal up in the heavens.

The Lil Bee said...

eieiooooooooh I love how your brain works!!

Anonymous said...

If this song is not a case for Atheism, then I don't know what is.
: )