I made a very rough recording of the song I finished yesterday. It’s got some stuff I almost sat down and fixed. Then Eileen called me to remind me that the library has asked me to do some super secret photography work for their summer reading program. So I hurried up and mixed down a recording. It’s called “Deja Vu All Over Again (mp3).”

Lyrics:

It’s probably nothing,
The way people talk.
I still notice anyway.
I try to remember
the things that they’ve done.
Try not to forget the things that they say.

There’s nothing that’s changing.
We’re on the outside again.
Do you have that odd feeling:
Deja vu all over again?
Do you think things are changing?
I’m on the outside again.
Do you have that odd feeling”
Deja vu all over again?

When I need a fix,
I just boot up the web.
Got the whole dang planet in my hand.
Write in my blog.
I click on a tune.
Then crash. Call customer service once again.

Cause nothing is changing.
I’m on hold again.
This is a recording:
Deja vu all over again.
Do you think things are changing?
I’m on hold again.
I got a recording:
Deja vu all over again.

I got a ticket.
I’m standing in line.
I already took off my shoes.
Wand me baby.
You can even kiss me goodby.
Got 21st-century-consumer-citizen blues.

Hey, is this plane moving?
Stuck on the ground again.
Do you have that old feeling:
Deja vu all over again?
Is this plane moving?
Stuck on the ground again.
I’ve got that old feeling:
Deja vu all over again.
Deja vu all over again.
Deja vu all over again.