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Samuel’s Musicians Of The Week

June 24th, 2008 at 03:59am

I’m a couple days late with this (and I completely forgot last week) so I’m glad that the random number generator has picked a song that I was listening to the other day and thinking “I must make sure that this is on the Musicians Of The Week waiting list”. Last time I mentioned this song I was helpfully informed that I am “most likely a sheltered, white-bread, middle-class anglo-saxon who has never been met with even a small amount of hardship”, a statement which is at least half wrong…hooray for stereotypes!

Anyway, the award this week goes to (if you haven’t already worked that out from the previous paragraph) The Eagles, and the feature song is “Get Over It”.

(I can only assume that the person who decided to find semi-related anime clips for this video was very bored at the time…it’s the only embeddable video of the song with decent sound quality that I can find though).

I turn on the tube and what do I see
A whole lotta people cryin’ “Don’t blame me”
They point their crooked little fingers at everybody else
Spend all their time feelin’ sorry for themselves
Victim of this, victim of that
Your mumma’s too thin; your daddy’s too fat

Get over it
Get over it
All this whinin’ and cryin’ and pitchin’ a fit
Get over it, get over it

You say you haven’t been the same since you had your little crash
But you might feel better if I gave you some cash
The more I think about it, Old Billy was right
Let’s kill all the lawyers, kill ’em tonight
You don’t want to work, you want to live like a king
But the big, bad world doesn’t owe you a thing

Get over it
Get over it
If you don’t want to play, then you might as well split
Get over it, Get over it

It’s like going to confession every time I hear you speak
You’re makin’ the most of your losin’ streak
Some call it sick, but I call it weak
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

You drag it around like a ball and chain
You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain
You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown
Got your mind in the gutter, bringin’ everybody down
You bitch about the present and blame it on the past
I’d like to find your inner child and kick its little ass

Get over it
Get over it
All this bitchin’ and moanin’ and pitchin’ a fit
Get over it, get over it

Get over it
Get over it
It’s gotta stop sometime, so why don’t you quit
Get over it, get over it

Get over it

Samuel

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