Thursday, July 28, 2005

My iPod hates me

For the fourth day in a row, my shuffle has served up "Mull Of Kintyre." Perhaps I'm being punished for crimes against humanity committed in an earlier life.

1 Comments:

At 10:12 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Man get some Pogues on that thing! or you're doomed to listen to bad bagpiping

Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre

Sweep through the heather like deer in the glen
Carry me back to the days I knew then
Nights when we sang like a heavenly choir
Of the life and the times of the Mull of Kintyre

Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre

 

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