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Ain't found a way to kill me yet
Spicy food still makes me sweat
Every weekend I just go nowhere
Safe at home with my new pet
Hydroxychloroquine was no safe bet
Spike proteins assail me from somewhere

Here they come to give the booster
Yeah, here come the booster
You know I ain't gonna die
No, no, no, you know I ain't gonna die

Here they come to stab the booster, ah yeah
Yeah, here come the booster, yeah
You know I ain't gonna die
No, no, no, you know I ain't gonna die

Feelin' fine, glad you asked
They spit on me, I wear a mask
Doctor sent me results from my swab
Got my shots 'gainst covid death
My buddy's breathin' his dyin' breath
Oh RNA, please won't you help me make it through?

Here they come to give the booster
Yeah, here come the booster, yeah
You know I ain't gonna die
No, no, no you know I ain't gonna die

Original (content warning: Vietnam war, violence, guns, knives, blood): Alice in Chains - Rooster

Mood: quixotic
Location: week and a half out
Music: Alice in Chains - Rooster
Crossposts: https://flwyd.livejournal.com/401652.html

This song is called “Alice’s Algorithm”
It’s about Alice, and the algorithm
But “Alice’s Algorithm” is not the name of the algorithm
That’s just the name of the song
That’s why I call the song “Alice’s Algorithm”

You can send anything you want with Alice’s algorithm
You can send anything you want with Alice’s algorithm
Send a syn, you’ll get an ack
Two prime numbers are hard to hack
You can send anything you want with Alice’s algorithm

Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, two years ago, on Thanksgiving
When my friend and I wanted to send a message to Alice with an algorithm
But Alice doesn’t get mail through the algorithm,
She gets mail on a server running the algorithm,
In the home directory, with her copy of RSA and Carol the sysadmin
And livin’ in the home directory like that, they’ve got a lot of room in /var where the spool used to been
Havin’ all that room (seein’ as how they deleted all the spools)
They decided that they didn’t have to take out their garbage for a long time
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Context for non-computing folks: computer messaging protocols are often described with Alice, Bob, and Carol sending messages and Eve trying to eavesdrop. There's also a lot of Unix references in there.
Context for non-American-folk-music folks: Alice's Restaurant by Arlo Guthrie is one of the greatest satirical songs ever performed. Listen to it first to get the guitar portion rolling around your head while you read these filk lyrics.

Mood: quixotic
Location: Boulder, Colorado
Music: Arlo Guthrie - Alice's Restaurant
Crossposts: https://flwyd.livejournal.com/396816.html

I realized today that the entire premise of one of the greatest Rock & Roll songs in history has been obsoleted by the 21st Century.

Long distance information, give me Memphis, Tennessee
Help me find the party trying to get in touch with me
She could not leave her number, but I know who placed the call
Because my uncle took the message and he wrote it on the wall

The geography is also a little questionable these days.

Help me, information, get in touch with my Marie
She's the only one who'd phone me here from Memphis, Tennessee
Her home is on the south side, high up on a ridge
Just a half a mile from the Mississippi Bridge

There are a couple small residential areas within half a mile of the Memphis-Arkansas Bridge in south Memphis. The most likely candidate is around Esplanade Pl and Riverside Blvd, which Google Maps shows as being next to some relief, though I wouldn't call it a ridge. Maybe Marie's house got torn down for an industrial facility in the last sixty years.

I did, however, finally realize what the relationship between Marie and the singer is.

Help me, information, more than that I cannot add
Only that I miss her and all the fun we had
But we were pulled apart because her mom did not agree
And tore apart our happy home in Memphis Tennessee

Last time I saw Marie she's waving me goodbye
With hurry home drops on her cheek that trickled from her eye
Marie is only six years old, information please
Try to put me through to her in Memphis Tennessee

Given Chuck Berry's reputation for interest in teenage girls (he was convicted of having sex with a 14-year-old after transporting her across state lines, though he appealed claiming prejudice), I'd always assumed that Marie was a love interest, but 6-years-old seemed disconcertingly wrong. But the song makes way more sense if the singer had a relationship with Marie's mother and developed a fondness for her daughter (either as the father or as the boyfriend of a single mother), but then got kicked out by the mother.

Here's a relaxed 1972 performance with Chuck Berry wearing a fabulous shirt.

Mood: quixotic
Location: Boulder, Colorado (at the base of a ridge)
Music: Chuck Berry - Memphis Tennessee
Crossposts: https://flwyd.livejournal.com/395166.html

I was recently reminded of a fun episode on LiveJournal from five and a half years ago: Song lyrics in outline form. I got it from

vvvexation post who got it from a post by Dinosaur Comics creator

qwantz. At the time, I wrote my version of Personal Jesus.

Anyway, I've been listening to a lot of Grateful Dead lately and realized that Jack Straw is well-suited to this format. Here's a good performance if you're unfamiliar with the song.

Parties involved
- Shannon
- Jack Straw
  - Hometown: Wichita
Things we can share
- The women
- The wine
- Yours
- ~~Mine~~
Murder #1
- Location: Outside fence, 1 mile from destination (unknown)
- Victim: The watchman
- Perpetrator: Shannon
- Loot: 1 ring, $4 in change
- Situation: Cold blood
- Shannon's opinion: Heaven sent
- Jack Straw's opinion: Painful
  - To the ears
  - To the eyes
  - Empathy
Conditions of play
- ~~For silver~~
- ~~For sport~~
- For life
- For blood at knifepoint
- Condition of the die
  - Shaken
  - About to fall
- Stakes: Winner takes all
Travel
- Depart: Texas
  - Date: July 4th
  - Weather: Hot, overcast, 100% chance of eagles
- Depart: Santa Fe
  - Carrier: Detroit Lightning
- Depart: Cheyenne
  - Carrier: Great Northern
- Destinations
  - Across America
  - Tulsa
    - Carrier: Whichever train comes first
    - Goals
      - Settle score (1)
      - Settle point of pride (1, small)
- Travel downsides
  - Nowhere to hide
  - No place to sleep
  - Constantly on the run
Murder #2
- Location: Tucson area (0.5 miles from city limits)
- Time: Morning
- Victim: Shannon
- Perpetrator: Jack Straw
- Disposition of body: shallow grave
Final situation
- Dead man (1)
- Wanted man (1)
- Speed: insufficient

Mood: quixotic
Location: Wichita
Music: Grateful Dead - Jack Straw

Somehow in all my previous listenings to the Cranberries song "Wake Up And Smell The Coffee" on the album "Wake Up And Smell The Coffee," I hadn't picked up on what words come after "wake up and" in the chorus. And yet I still sing along...

Mood: quixotic
Location: Track 7
Music: The Cranberries - Wake Up And Smell The Coffee

I
- hear your prayers
- care
- am there
- will deliver
- forgive

Your state
- anonymity
- flesh and bone

Location
- all alone
- adjacent to a phone

Instructions
- lift phone headset
- take second best
- put me to the test
- confess burdens
- reach out and touch faith

Results
- delivery
- forgiveness
- belief

Mood: analytical
Music: Depeche Mode - Personal Jesus

From the Mind of Trevor Stone

… blogging like it's the mid-naughties

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Alice in Scrubs - Booster (filk)

Alice's Algorithm

When Ma Bell was a Search Engine

Outline: Jack Straw

Singing Along To The Prosody

Source of meme: vvvexation

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