number one, your time has come

Why yes, I am the top search result for drunk Ibiza tetas. Would you expect anything less?

interpret history in every line and scar

From the lovely and talented AgentLulu

1. Total amount of music files on your computer
3,290. Because loading in my CD collection is a task I am not ready for.

2. The last CD you bought
The Dears - No Cities Left. U.S. release finally.

3. The last song you listened to before reading this message
"The Bucket" - Kings of Leon

4. Name 5 songs you listen to often or that mean a lot to you
This is hard, because there are about 12,000 of these. I will have to randomly choose the first five that pop into my head.

1. "Andy" - Mike O'Neill - Though it is a longstanding favorite, I hadn't listened to this one since September (Andy, the summer's over"), but I just came upon it again on Friday, and remembered how much I missed it. On the right day, it will make me cry. And as a lady who is always waiting for the great leap forward, lines like "It helped me through spring just to dream of what it might become/ Woke up to find it'd been here and gone" are just the right kind of deadly.

2. "Kissing the Lipless" - The Shins - This is dorkily obvious, but I don't care, because whatever it means to everyone else, it means more to me. Or not. But maybe. Anyway, I love how it changes, how it goes, "You TOOOOOOLLLD! us of your new life..." etc. That whole line is also amazing. "You've got someone coming round/ Gluing tinsel to your crown/ He's got you talking pretty loud." Oh my God, and the beginning! "You've got too much to wear on your sleeve/ It's too much to do with me/ And secretly I want to bury in the yard the gray remains of a friendship scarred." Stop it. It makes me wonder if it is about me (and if I could be both the singer and the sung of, even) though it couldn't possibly be, and also sad that I didn't write it.

3. "Slow Graffiti" - Belle & Sebastian - Wow, I am having a bad day, hmm? This also has a crazy build and unbelievable lyrics and makes me totally jealous. Because Stuart Murdoch has that voice/way of singing where you think he might lose it at any second, it doesn't matter that the song seems to be about 10 different sad stories, all you know is it feels like one and it feels like your heart is being ripped out. Highly recommended.

4. "As You Are" - Travis - There is something about this song that is amazingly extra special. It might be because I know from experience how foxy and delightful Fran Healy really is or it might just be the shrugging coolness of the beat, but when he sings "Every day I wake up alone because I'm not like all the other boys" and "It's OK to lead me on" it doesn't sound whiny or pathetic at all. It sounds hot. It sounds like a dare. Which really makes you look at those potentially whiny and pathetic boys in a new light. And at the same time, when he says "I must admit it's not much fun to be [led on by/alone with] such a one as you are," every bit of me relates and says, "Amen, sir." Oh yes.

5. "Laying Blame" - Sloan - The perfect match of form and function. Oh wait, that's not it. A perfect pop song, with the most romantic "my boyfriend is a rock star" lyrics since Journey's "Faithfully" -- until the end, when it all falls apart in a mess of alcohol and shame. Just like real life! I still think Sloan should play it at my wedding and write a new last verse that is more optimistic. And don't ask "What wedding?"

5. Who will you pass this stick to (3 people) and why?
El Fano, Rubytrax and Fairlywell.
Because they are beautiful people whose musical opinions interest me greatly.

have you ever tried it that way?

I swear, I heard some song in the cab on the way home tonight that said , "I hate my treadmill every day/ I hate the way they talk to me" Whoa. That bitch is crazy.

So I went out to the R Bar, and there were comedians, and we got seats so we were too close to the action, so it was like they were talking to us, and that scares me. Also, there was a lady named Jane who sang a song about her hot intern. It was strange in that when people would say "Jane" I would be like "What?" but it also reminded me of Hot Son, the hot son of the landlord who is totally all hot. And 21. Which would be less sick and wrong if he hadn't been 14 when I moved in. Oh well.

In other news, Dollie has a hot date tomorrow. Which is awesome, but let's bring it back to me, shall we? Yes. So, where is my hot date? Maybe part of it is that I am always home and who is here but El Fano and sometimes I get to see Hot Son, and we've already established how wrong that is. But man, the hot dates of life, they are passing me by. It is sad.

Wait until I become a DJ for lesbians. Then I will have all the hot dates I can handle. Oh wait, I would have to be a lesbian to really take advantage of that situation, wouldn't I? Fooled again. Speaking of lesbians, one time I will tell you my fun funny fun Meow Mix story involving Suede. And how I guess everyone can tell I am not a lesbian. Good times.

In more pressing news, I had three delighful beers and am totally all gone. It is time for sleeping, indeed.

no more babysitting for neurotic girls today

I think I may have just come up with the greatest cover song idea in a long time (everything has been overshadowed by other people's ideas for a Raydio remake, and that wonderful LL Cool J and Dolly Parton in a bathtub idea, which I can't even remember the song for anymore). You know "I Wanted to Tell Her" from Ministry, right? And how it sounds like a freestyle song done by someone for whom English is a new experience and a lady from the Bronx? So, we redo it with Xavier from Tahiti 80 and Jennifer Lopez. Brilliant. I'm on the phone with Marc Anthony now.

a jam that you love that don't be gettin' no airplay

I went to a hip-hop '80s party tonight. They didn't play enough good songs, though they did delve a bit into the very early '90s, a wonderful time for all music of all kinds. As such, I can't stop saying, "Don't punch girls, and we don't punch a clock." You know how that goes.

John Kerry keeps sending me emails. I don't know whether to be flattered or freaked out. Maybe I'll go for intrigued. That can mean anything, really.

We came up with a couple of amazing ideas for where to have the grand ball of 30. Yes, it is eight+ months off, but you have to be ready for these things. If any of these places pan out, it is going to be a very good show indeed. I think it is going to be a good show no matter what. And you're invited! Lucky.

I was out of the house today for over 12 hours. Now that is special.

Hmm, what else? My legs are itching so badly that I am considering slicing off the skin. I don't really need it, do I? Surely not. And my vegetable peeler is fantastic.

I think I may go out tomorrow night, too. Wouldn't that be marvelous? If you go out tomorrow and see a girl with red dripping legs, that'll be me.

I want the good life all night

Yet another great moment in the life of jane:

El Fano just said (of this Erykah Badu performance on some Dave Chappelle clip show) "This song is begging for a flute solo."

Ya heard?!

given up hiding and started to fight

Someone by the name of Ric Flair just called here. He insists in his message that it is not a sales solicitation, but I wouldn't believe a thing that Nature Boy says. Also, is he really still wrestling? He's got to be 80.

With this A train mess, I am thrilled to not only be living in Greenpoint, but also to not have much of a reason to leave the house at all. I love their alternate route options. Take the 2 or the L. Sure, those are totally accessible in Rockaway. And it will all be fixed in 5 years? Perfect.

Oh my God, Ministry. Kim has said it all before, and has said it so well. All I need to add is that, while I am a new convert to the With Sympathy days, I totally remember "Work for Love" (now that I've reheard it) and I definitely thought it was by a non-English speaking band affecting a British accent. You know, like from Sweden or something, not Chicago. Geez.

My mom said the other day that she should have given me a whole bunch more first names, and make the initials spell something. I voted for JEEPERS. Because that's awesome.

I don't know if you read Overheard in New York, but everytime someone writes "alsome," I laugh. It is an old joke already, and I love it. Like I love you.

AH! The Well Patch! Is Back! AAAAAH!

we'll need a network, we'll need a series

You know those two comedians that are together on "Best Week Ever"? The ones who are always together and you wonder maybe if they are together? Well, me and Dollie are going to be them, only way funnier.

First off, we complement each other beautifully, she of the après-garde Emo Phillips/Gilda Radner school, and me of the "How you gonna give me one duck sauce when I bought 12 egg rolls?" Donnell Rawlings (Ashy Larry) school. (Donnell/O'Donnell, it's obvious).

People already always wonder if we are together, and we're much cuter than them, so the wondering is more wonderful. And, as previously stated, we're much funnier.

No weekly pop culture roundup can hold us, though. We're going straight (hey!) for the hour-long weekly (or daily) variety show. It is going to be hot, son. So, who wants to offer up the TV deal? I heard Craig Ferguson isn't working out. So what do you say? Big Les, I'm looking at you.

the fire burning inside of me

I think Teresa is naming her baby Jane just to spite me. That bitch.

I know Jason Bateman won't get an Oscar for "Dodgeball" (though he clearly should), but I will hold on hope that Liza Huber (as Gwen) is recognized for her masterful break-with-reality work with a well-deserved Daytime Emmy.

OH MY GOD! Why is Sean Donnelly on?!?!? You miss a week, you miss a lot. Wait, he's Alistair? He's like younger than Julian! This is ridiculous. Though I do love Sean Donnelly. Maybe now Alistair will turn good. He must.

Yes, this entire post is about "Passions." And you love it.

my one dream, my only master

"Reason # 846 You're Jealous You Don't Live With Me" by jane

Well, you just missed Dollie dancing and singing along to the "Wuthering Heights" video by Kate Bush, didn't you? If you haven't seen this video (which features magical ballet-type dancing and special-effect trailing, not to mention nutsy wide-eyed Kate herself, seemingly watching herself dance and lip-sync in the monitor), you'll never really understand, but it is truly amazing. And so was this.

a cloud short of heaven

I keep having "I Got 5 On It" stuck in my head. That is certainly not OK. I didn't even know what that song is about. I believe that I vaguely thought it was strippers (what?) as the only line I ever knew was "I got five on it," but evidently it is drugs. Not even hard drugs. What a snooze. Strippers are much more interesting. This is why I should be writing songs.

Hey, you know Johnny Carson had the same birthday as me, 50 years older. Clearly that means I should have a talk show (at least I've always gone with that theory), but maybe that also means I will die 50 years from today. Not a bad run. Ooh, and this show just said that he was known for being "never easy" -- see, we are one and the same. You know, because I am difficult.

put your head on the coldest shoulder

Here's a strange and embarrassing admission: I realized for the first time on Wednesday that the image of snowflakes we all know and love wasn't just a creative interpretation of snow, or at least something you could only see on some microscope that kept the snow frozen magically. (Many attempts under my Fisher-Price microscope as a child failed, even when I hung it out the window to stay cold.) In my life, the snow is always little teeny clumps of nothing pretty. BUT on Wednesday, in New Jersey (?!), magically, there were all these beautiful little shapes stuck all over my black coat. It was gorgeous. I freaked out. And I tried to take pictures, but my camera died. Sad. It lives on in my memory, though.

Now I am back in New York and it is snowing the same old crappy bits of nothing snow. And it is windy and freezing and butt and I will not go outside all day tomorrow. So there.

ADDENDUM: I put two new photo sets up at Optio Illusions.

miss her when she's gone

I can't stop singing "Here I Go Again" from Whitesnake.

So I am going away for a small while, and soon. As such, I cannot tell you all my stories of now, but when I get back, there will be stories, as well as really weird photos from shows of Dear Leader and Danko Jones. There was nearly throat-punching, let me tell you. But instead there wasn't. Also, there was no shortage of magically fantastic rock, and that can always ease the rage.

Hey, laptop backwards is potpal. How's that for something? Well, it is something. Anyway, while I am away, maybe I will tell you a story via laptop, but don't hold you breath, son.

somewhere is the one that never will burn out

Dear Punks Who Didn't Write to Me to Try and Buy My Dears Tickets,

Your loss! The show was fantastic. PS Thanks!

***

Dear Drunk Girls Who Pushed to the Front and Then Talked Through The Show,

Fuck you. PS The bass player probably wasn't looking at your friend longingly. You were too dizzy to see what he was looking at, and anyway, he was rocking. I've seen the band 12 times. I know these things.

***

Dear Oscar,

Thanks for getting us there and home in one piece. That "stalling on Delancey St." practical joke wasn't my kind of humor, really, but still, thanks.

***

Dear Good God And The Heavens Above,

Thank you for all the good times and goodness always. No, really.

love*jane

listen to your crazy laugh before you hang a right

We were watching the riveting "High School U.S.A." and Dollie started singing "Gotta go back in tiiiime!" from Back to the Future and El Fano said, "That was Huey Newis & the Schools, right?"

Another funny joke from today was when we were walking in lovely Greenpoint with its lovely Polish signs, which are everywhere. One particular sign that is especially popular is a handwritten one announcing the availability of something called Karty (usually for $4) which I pretend is a phone card, but I'm not sure. They are out front of every store. Anyway, we passed one and The Fan said, "Oh, they have karty for $4. That's a good deal." And I laughed and laughed and fell down.

we are here because we are broke

Man, all the whiners begging for Dears tickets are making me mad. "Who knew it would sell out?" I knew, punk. And man, how many times have I seen them with like only 20 other people there? There must be a whole lot of late to the gamers out there.

That said, if you haven't seen them, you really should. And if you want to come to Greenpoint and buy my two tickets for $80 (negotiable) so I can stay inside my nice warm apartment tonight and watch "High School USA" over and over again, let me know.

we'll admit that we're right

PS: AHA! I'm so glad to be proven right. Told you!

miss me, miss me

After reading lovely Hermia's recent entry, I realized I will never be able to move out of this apartment. One must walk one's visitors out? This is way too common in this city, and I don't like it. Many people I know don't have buzzer entry at all. I only live on three, and I wouldn't be able to abide by that. But walking your visitors out seems especially evil. You can't even be awesome and say, "Get out of my house!" and slam your door, because you'd have to be like "Uh, I gotta walk you out." How anticlimactic. Not that I throw people out of my house, but I like the idea of having that option.

And another thing, I wouldn't have that great story to tell from last New Year's when this guy followed me home (Really, he was not invited. Of course, I live across the street from the bar we were at, so he didn't follow us far, but he did come into the apartment without anyone asking him to), and someone broke a glass, at which point I told the following guy that when he was done cleaning that up (!!), he could leave, as there wasn't anything else for him to do here. PS I'm going to sleep now.

Of course, I don't really remember this, as I was drunk, and I can't fathom saying such a thing to anyone ever, but when I asked him days later why he was acting mad and he told me that, I had no reason to not believe him.

It's a wonderful life. But really, if you start following drunk people home like a creep, you should have to clean their houses. It's only fair.

In other news, something I've often wondered about is why people call me Miss Jane. When I was walking to the bank today I was thinking of it some more. All sorts of people have done this my whole life, from relatives and friends' parents to teachers and co-workers. I never hear other people getting called Miss (Whatever Their Name Is), so I have to think there is a specific reason. And I think it likely isn't good, like Miss Thing.

you want to hear more, but you don't know what you're in for

Guess what happened?

Did you guess that I finally have clean laundry?
You are correct!

Did you guess that I made a 1/2 turkey breast (with wing!) for dinner (God love Western Beef. Only there can you buy a 1/2 turkey breast with wing) and it was magically delicious?
Right again!

Did you guess that I still can't sleep and I still have a fever (what is this, 8 months now?)
Eerily accurate!

Did you guess that I finally got a job?
No. But that was a good try.

Did you guess that after two years I finally updated the clips on the ONTV portion of the DDYWNYC site?
Never? Wrong again, goof! I did.

There you will finds all sorts of amazing greatness, including my finest achievement to date, the video for "Summertime Climb" that I directed (and by "directed," I mean stuck together the song with one scene from the 1955 German "Snow White"). There is something about that video, baby, so right. Something that compels me to watch it over and over again in wonder. I smile so big, and I even get teary. Intellectually, I get that it is awful, but in my heart, I know it is right.

Anyway, you should go over and watch clips and freak out my server. That'd be pretty cool.

your good side isn't showing

Haha! I guess Randy Johnson is officially a Yankee now (after all that, I missed it. Oops!) because he is in New York putting his hand in front of cameras, tirade-style. Awesome. So I guess the team finally has their perfect spokesman. And I guess that Liam fellow had the right idea.

Poor Carl Pavano, though. He has to be a.) a Yankee (he doesn't know it yet, but he will hate this) AND b.) on a team with that guy. He should clearly be spending his off-time at the Jane + Dollie Home For Wayward (And Unhappily Employed) Celebrities. We'll make it all better, promise.

In other sports news, I have no idea who Beltran is (it sounds like a airplane manufacturer), and Pedro Martinez still makes me vomit.

In other other news, I decided on a new DDYWNYC feature, called O.P.I.

Down With O.P.I.?
No, not the nail polish. While I enjoy beauty products as much as the next girl, the last thing we need here is an entire recurring feature on one brand of nail polish. Obviously. Instead, O.P.I. stands for Other People's Interviews, a genius (if borderline illegal? Help me out here) idea I have wherein ... READ MORE

You know you want in, lovelies.

the shorter story

Yesterday I saw "Dodgeball" finally, and today I saw "Closer." The films of 2004 are looking up. I liked both of these quite a lot, thanks. No, thank you.

What if you need to do your laundry and go food shopping, and you could ostensibly do both in one (long, hateful, horrible, backbreaking) trip, only you really really don't want to? What then, eh? What indeed.

Also, my neck just made a very worrying cracking sound. That can't be good.

I've never seen you when you're smiling

Tonight we went to the Constantines concert, but we didn't get in. "Duh, you knew it would sell out, Jane" you are saying. And "F- you, I bought tickets, punk" I say back, because what didn't get us in wasn't lack of tickets, but an ID fiasco. An ID fiasco, at 29? Don't ask, don't tell.

So instead, we went to see lovely Joe at the Abbey and got totally drunk (three pints of cider, shut up. Depression kills tolerance, evidently. Anyone anywhere will tell you how I could hold my own before). While drunk, many things were discussed, some of which need to be discussed further here. You'll have to remind me to elaborate later, as I am too drunk to do it now. Keywords include coolness vs. fantasticness. Also, the quote, "Well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool by making his world a little colder." I used a film director as an example (as well as myself, obviously), but I won't be able to use him here for reasons of confidentiality. But it's a great theory.

When I got home, I got it in my head that Dollie needed to see the following things:

• What Al Jourgensen looked like in the video for "Revenge" (PS Why didn't anyone tell me about this? PPS Oh my God! How do you go from that to "Jesus Built My Hotrod"?!
• The video for "Black Metallic"
• King, the astonishingly gay(-seeming?) guy who sang "Love and Pride" but this was a different song.

This is because today, while playing Yahtzee, El Fano and I watched the videos I DVDed off "The Alternative" marathon. I love "The Alternative." But I've said that so many times before. PS Yes, we are so cool to watch videos and play Yahtzee, jealous.

OK, maybe I go to sleep. Did you know that I didn't wake up until noon? Which is ironic, in a way, because since P. Phone quoted "Greetings to the New Brunette," I've had, "You're my reason to get out of bed before noon" in my head. I guess I don't have one. Oh, that's just drama. On the real, I've been insomniac. It's got to catch up with your sometime, son.

all you want to do is sleep and say goodnight

I do not understand why I can't sleep anymore. Lucky you who gets to read my adventures in insomnia. Must put you out like a light, eh? I thought I would go out tonight, drink too much beer and fall right out, but I didn't go out. So I had a glass of wine at home. I went to bed, read a magazine, then just laid there in the dark for a half hour that felt like 700 years. That is so boring, by the way.

So I am up again. I hate it. I wonder is it a return to mania? Because I was manic, you know, for exactly one summer in 1991. But I was so young then, who needed sleep? Also, there was so much TV to watch, as I'd just got cable. And I was really into alphabetizing my music collection and washing walls and such. Whoa. Now I am old and cranky, and worse than that, I can't come up with one good thing to do to pass the time. Except this, which really isn't working for me. Or you, I'd imagine. Bleh.

girl, I know you felt it

Here's hoping that the damned Yankees either get Randy Johnson or don't sometime really soon, because if I have to suffer another day of "The Big Unit may be coming to the Bronx" I will surely die. The Big Unit? Are you serious? Am I the only one who sees the problem here? Eew.

argh

You knew I wasn't going to be able to sleep, didn't you? Grr.

I got so much done

After days and days of sicky nothingness, I did a lot today. I behaved in such a human fashion. I am so proud.

I worked all day, then I came home and almost completely updated my website. Well, at least the bits I was set on updating, including the always-daunting front page.

I am very happy with this turn of events. I think I will go to bed right now, and celebrate my accomplishments by sleeping. Excellent.

one cheap illusion could still be divine

I have to go into the city today. It's my first day out and about. I think it will aid my recuperation. I'm doing a day's work in a store. They need a hand, I need the money. Everyone wins. The fun part is that it's the first crappy day in a while. That isn't the fun part so much as the annoying part. But whatever. In case "icy mix develops" (?) as they say over at NY1, I'd better be prepared.

Also, I went to bed last night at 2:45AM, which was dumb anyway, but then I couldn't sleep. Totally stupid. I also bit the f- out of the side of my mouth. And why all this? So I could do 1/3 of my 2004 year-end update over at DDYWNYC. You never know when you're going to hit one of the pages I didn't do yet, so it is like an adventure. Enjoy.

I think my head is burning

If you have "The Mercy Seat" playing on a loop in your head all day, is it time to seek professional help? Never mind. I know the answer.

In other news, I put up some photos. I'm also working on "Images Of Heaven 2004" for the main site. Expect an update (including SFC, punks) by the 10th.

you got an answer

I'm still sick, in case you were wondering. You weren't wondering? Liar. Anyway, I willed myself slightly better and far less suicidal, so that was good work. What else is new? Well, not much, since I am sick and all. I watched the "Dynasty" TV movie. That was inspirational.

Also, I hate soap operas again thanks to unbelievably idiotic storylines on both "Days of Our Lives" and "Passions." In short, 2005 is the new 2004. I'm not very into it.

Man, how many of my catchphrases come from age-old interviews with Chris Murphy ("I think it's gonna be a good show," Sept 1997; "I'm not very into it," June 1997)? Maybe I need to do some new interviews. Yes, that is the answer.

I got sick, then I got sicker

OK, let's get this straight: The first time in, I don't know, 11 years that I haven't had a sip of alcohol on New Year's Eve, not even a champagne toast, I spend January 2 violently ill. Oh, it is so bad. Just like this time last year. Before then, I hadn't been sick like that since I was like 9. Why two in a row? Why why? I hate it. Hate it hate it hate it.

I've actually and honestly reached the point of trying to figure out what best way to will myself dead without leaving too much of a mess for Dollo (how great a movie would my life be? My internal monologue is pure entertainment), so hopefully sweet relief is on its way. At least, that's the way it went last time. I am going to go will myself better for a while. Root for me, won't you?

looking, learning, moving on

How much do I love Seth Meyers? I'm watching a rerun of SNL featuring Modest Mouse, just to get a peek. Nothing more, nothing less, love is the best. Was that just a "meow meow" kitten noise in this song? Man, I hate this band.

True factual things I did today:

• Baked cookies while watching That Thing You Do!
• Saw Finding Neverland
• Shopped for magazines
• Learned Vincent Gallo once referred to himself as Prince Vince
• Walked out of a restaurant before ordering (very weird events)
• Played Boggle

It's a fascinating life, it is.

I also made my New Year's resolutions, because, unlike those of you who denounce resolutions, I do have things to improve and am an eternal optimist (thus proving you can be a depressive without being pessimistic. God, I'm great. -- see, also an egomaniac). My biggest resolution is to leave the house every day. That will be a tough one. And how sad is that?

Pretty sad, yes. But fascinating.

it feels like somebody else's lights came on

2004 could have been so beautiful, yet it was not. It was the year that everyone else found out about Modest Mouse, which should have ended with everyone hating them as I do and making me feel great about humanity. It didn't quite happen that way. And so I look to 2005 for better days, better songs and a better influence on the people of the world. You need it. Really.

No, not really! But maybe a little.

I have this love-hate thing going with David Cross, which goes basically like this: I love "Mr. Show" and "Arrested Development" and I hate that he is goofing it up at every rock show I attend. Which is why this post about Tinkle, talking about being lucky enough to touch his sleeve (surely a joke, but still) is so odd. Listen, if you want to meet David Cross, buy him a beer, whatever, start liking better bands. Go to their shows, he'll be there. It's simple. And did you detect an undertone of "Ugh, these bastards blow" in his Modest Mouse intro on the Comedy Central year-end bonanza? Because I did, but I may have been projecting.

And now this, from Ajax.

• 1. on your current playlist, hit shuffle and pick the first twenty five songs on the list (no matter how cheesy or embarrassing).
• 2. write down one (or two) line(s) of the song. try to avoid lines that include the title.
• 3. have your friends comment and see if they know the songs.
• 4. when someone guesses correctly, strike out the line and list the correct name of the song next to it.

1. Give me what I've always missed, give me a good time.
2. In seat number 30, somebody cries
3. I hope that if I find the strength to walk out you'll stay the hell out of my way
4. I was fine 'til you came along
5. I can't go nowhere, I can't even find the door
6. Meet me at the market where you bought me out
7. The tears have stained all the pages of my True Romance magazines
8. She can't say, they can't see, putting it down to another bad day
9. You just say that you need me and our love will grow and grow
10. Shrugging at what they've become - number one.
11. If anyone could, you could have a candy heart
12. Could have walked in the sky but we stare at the wall
13. Want a girl to hold my hand when the plane lands
14. Could I leave my baby? No I don't think I could
15. I lost my faith in the world, honey, when I lost you
16. You want me to lie, not break your heart
17. I just can't believe the loveliness of loving you
18. You would hardly recognize me, I'm so glad
19. Can't you feel the warmth of my sincerity?
20. Paint the town red, stand around and wait 'til it dries
21. It's quite romantic, I know
22. Has a big shiny Cadillac, and he's evil too
23. I argued her out onto Main St, and I lied her up to my room
24. I know you feel let down and you feel you can't go on - well, you can
25. Would you take your time or run like hell?

I think I did it wrong, because I didn't pick a playlist, I used my whole library. But if I used my current playlist, it would just be all the same songs I've quoted over the last few weeks anyway.