copyright 1994
Randam music
words by Rand Bellavia and Adam L. English
music by Adam L. English and Rand Bellavia
performed by Ookla the Mok
Nothing you have to say
could possibly change my mind
I'm calling your bluff I'm drawing the line
But if you ask me nice you know I'll probably stay
And listen to you tell me why I should sit here while you say
Blah blah blah blah blah
blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah for half an hour
I've heard this all before
so I won't listen anymore
I'm getting tired of all these games
You care much less for me than you care about this gallery
At least you don't forget their names
You can't go to the Guggenheim without me by your side
You're looking at art I'm along for the ride
You point at every wall and whisper in my ear
"God, that guy is so overrated," but all I ever hear is
Blah blah blah blah blah
blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah for half an hour
Stop talking about
composition or I swear you're gonna need a physician
You and I are never gonna last
I want to smash your face every time you mention negative space
Talk about contrast
You hailed a cab and left
and I took the subway home
I got some peace and quiet now I'm finally alone
But it's like some strange disease that takes away my choice
I gotta call you on the telephone so I can hear your voice while
you say
Blah blah blah blah blah
blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah for half an hour