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Weird Francis

Is there any lower art form than the filk? Perhaps not, but nonetheless, Jason Falkner's cover of "Photograph" (the Def Leppard song) came up on my MP3 player while I was jogging in the park this morning, and -- well, you remember how it goes, right?

I'm outta luck, outta love
Got a photograph, picture of
Passion killer, you're too much
You're the only one I wanna touch

I see your face everytime I dream
On every page, every magazine
So wild, so free, so far from me
You're all I want, my fantasy

Oh, look what you've done to this rock and roll clown
Oh, look what you've done

Photograph, I don't want your
Photograph, I don't need your
Photograph, all I've got is a photograph
But it's not enough
You've gone straight to my head

So anyway, I couldn't stop myself.

I'm doing science, I'm in a lab
Piece of equipment, I wanna grab
Metal turret, you're too much
You're the only thing I wanna touch

I dream of you when I'm lying in bed
And of looking like Eraserhead
So sleek, so tall, with a metal ball
On top, you rock, I'm in your thrall

Oh, look what you've done to my nicely coiffed head
Oh, look what you've done

Van der Graaf generator
Van der Graaf, static maker
Van der Graaf, I put my hand on the Van der Graaf
And it's such a rush
You go straight to my hair!

I'm so sorry.

Posted by Francis at 09:33 AM