My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very well

Jag går igenom en riktigt tung i-landsproblemsfas just nu. The iPod curse. Låtarna på shuffle men ändå inga överraskningar. Ingen tändning. Känner mig som Bill Murray i Groundhog day, varje ny låt får mig att säga "det här? igen? kände knappt tändning första gången, zappa, zappa, zappa". Jag tror jag ska throw out hela itunes-biblioteket och börja om på nytt, om inget annat for sheer variation.

Men sen finns det undantag, visserligen få. Som Passing me by med Pharcyde (igen!) som innehåller världens coolaste kärleksbrev (sista versen).

Now there she goes again, the dopest ethiopian
And now the world around me be gets movin in slow motion
When-ever she happens to walk by - why does the apple of my eye
Overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?
Wait, no, I did not really pursue my little princess with persistance;
And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existance
From a distance I desired, secretly admired her;
Wired her a letter to get her, and it went:
My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very well
Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you
When I try, or make some sort of attempt, I symp
Damn I wish I wasnt such a wimp!
cause then I would let you know that I love you so
And if I was your man then I would be true
The only lying I would do is in the bed with you
Then I signed sincerely the one who loves you dearly, ps love me tender
The letter came back three days later: return to sender
Damn!