1968 Topps #480
Leo with former teammate Frank Robinson
Chico is in the Cincinnati Reds Hall of Fame
Singer/songwriter Bree Sharp is celebrating her 34th birthday today. I like her work in general but one of my guilty pleasures is her song David Duchovny, a song of obsession with the X-Files star. It has some really over the top rhymes and a tongue in cheek humor that I can't resist. On the downside, the other night, after listening to the song repeatedly in preparation for this post, I woke up with a bad migraine. As is often the case when I get a migraine I have an accompanying repetition of a random song that runs through my brain. In this case it was the Duchovny song.
Here it is:
It's Sunday night, I am curled up in my room
The TV light, fills my heart like a balloon
I hold it in as best I can, I know I'm just another fan
But I can't help feeling I could love this secret agent man
And I can't
Wait any more for him to discover me, I got it bad for David Duchovny
David Duchovny why won't you love me, why won't you love me
My friends all tell me, "Girl you know it's just a show"
But deep within his eyes, I see me wrapped up like a bow
Watching the sky for a sign, the FBI is on my mind
I'm waiting for the day, when my lucky stars align
In the form of
David Duchovny floating above me, in the alien light
of the spaceship of love I need
David Duchovny hovering above me, American Heathcliff brooding and comely
David Duchovny why won't you love me, why won't you love me
Why won't you love me
So smooth and so smart
He's abducted my heart
And I'm falling apart
From the looks I receive
From those eyes I can't leave
Well you can say I'm naive
But he told me to believe
Oooooooooooooooooooh
My bags are packed, I am ready for my flight
Wanna put an end to, my daydream days and sleepless nights
Sitting like a mindless clone, wishing he would tap my phone
Just to hear the breath of the man, the myth, the monotone
And I would say
David Duchovny why won't you love me, why won't you love me
Why won't you love me, David Duchovny why won't you love me
Why won't you love me, why won't you love me
David Duchovny I want you to love me, to kiss and to hug me
Debrief and debug me, David Duchovny I know you could love me
I'm sweet and I'm cuddly, I'm gonna kill SCULLY!
David Duchovny why won't you love me, why won't you love me
Why won't you love me Yeah
I'll be waiting
In Nevada
Chico is in the Cincinnati Reds Hall of Fame
Singer/songwriter Bree Sharp is celebrating her 34th birthday today. I like her work in general but one of my guilty pleasures is her song David Duchovny, a song of obsession with the X-Files star. It has some really over the top rhymes and a tongue in cheek humor that I can't resist. On the downside, the other night, after listening to the song repeatedly in preparation for this post, I woke up with a bad migraine. As is often the case when I get a migraine I have an accompanying repetition of a random song that runs through my brain. In this case it was the Duchovny song.
Here it is:
It's Sunday night, I am curled up in my room
The TV light, fills my heart like a balloon
I hold it in as best I can, I know I'm just another fan
But I can't help feeling I could love this secret agent man
And I can't
Wait any more for him to discover me, I got it bad for David Duchovny
David Duchovny why won't you love me, why won't you love me
My friends all tell me, "Girl you know it's just a show"
But deep within his eyes, I see me wrapped up like a bow
Watching the sky for a sign, the FBI is on my mind
I'm waiting for the day, when my lucky stars align
In the form of
David Duchovny floating above me, in the alien light
of the spaceship of love I need
David Duchovny hovering above me, American Heathcliff brooding and comely
David Duchovny why won't you love me, why won't you love me
Why won't you love me
So smooth and so smart
He's abducted my heart
And I'm falling apart
From the looks I receive
From those eyes I can't leave
Well you can say I'm naive
But he told me to believe
Oooooooooooooooooooh
My bags are packed, I am ready for my flight
Wanna put an end to, my daydream days and sleepless nights
Sitting like a mindless clone, wishing he would tap my phone
Just to hear the breath of the man, the myth, the monotone
And I would say
David Duchovny why won't you love me, why won't you love me
Why won't you love me, David Duchovny why won't you love me
Why won't you love me, why won't you love me
David Duchovny I want you to love me, to kiss and to hug me
Debrief and debug me, David Duchovny I know you could love me
I'm sweet and I'm cuddly, I'm gonna kill SCULLY!
David Duchovny why won't you love me, why won't you love me
Why won't you love me Yeah
I'll be waiting
In Nevada
Great post as always my friend! I had just purchased the '68 Managers Dream card as a Christmas present for myself-I picked up a '61 Cardenas, too... You beat me to the punch in posting it though. It is a great card and imagining those three batting 1-2-3 would be pretty amazing. Anyway, good stuff...
ReplyDeleteNice to see Bree Sharp get some Props. I think she may be based out of the Philadelphia area somewhere, but I have never gotten the chance to see her.
ReplyDeleteHaven't heard much from her in a while, I think she is doing some songs for TV shows or something like that.