A tribute to the oracle (II)

 

Well, a reader/friend suggested additional music to add to the oracle’s playlist...

Yachts, fancy parties, illegal liaisons, private jets… and underworld spies. About perfect!

not that Carly either, kid…

just in case, here you got the lyrics…

You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf it was apricot
You had one eye in the mirror as you watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner
They'd be your partner, and...
You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You're so vain, I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? don't you?
You had me several years ago when I was still quite naive
Well you said that we made such a pretty pair
And that you would never leave
But you gave away the things you loved and one of them was me
I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and...
You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You're so vain, I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? don't you? don't you?
I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and...
You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You're so vain, I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? don't you?
Well I hear you went up to Saratoga and your horse naturally won
Then you flew your Lear Jet up to Nova Scotia
To see the total eclipse of the sun
Well you're where you should be all the time
And when you're not you're with
Some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend
Wife of a close friend, and...
You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You're so vain, I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? don't you? don't you?

A tribute to the oracle

 

Well, yesterday we recommended a little relax to the oracle. Though he is known for being a serious fan of Sun Tzu’s, maybe he is precisely falling into one of his traps. The Chinese philosopher advises to make you enemy more choleric if he is choleric in a given point in time, as this will lead him to irrational behavior, and will drive him to more mistakes. So, Big Mouth Larry, cool off a bit, won’t you?

All this story about theft and espionage, however, reminds us of the classic James Bond movies, doesn’t it? Super-villains to hate, super-heroes to love… Music sometimes helps relaxation.

So here we offer you, Big Mouth, a little musical suggestion that might suit you (sorry for the word, but with all these suing around, we couldn’t help it).

Not the same Carly you’d hate, is she? And tell your tennis colleague she’s not fishy, would you?

 

For those who want a transcript of the lyrics, there you go…

Nobody does it better
Makes me feel sad for the rest
Nobody does it half as good as you
Baby you're the best.
I wasn't lookin'
But somehow you found me
I tried to hide from your love light
But like heaven above me
The spy who loved me
Is keepin' all me secrets safe to night
And nobody does it better
Though sometimes I wish someone could
Nobody does it quite the way you do
Why'd you have to be so good.
The way that you hold me
Whenever you hold me
There's some kind of magic inside you
That keeps me from runnin'
But just keep it comin'
How'd you learn to do the things you do
And nobody does it better
Makes me feel sad for the rest
Nobody does it half as good as you
Baby
baby
darlin' you're the best
Baby you're the best
baby you're the best