Introduction

The "Hotel Melanoma" moniker is a metaphor for living with my particular brand of cancer. Except for those lucky few of us deemed "cured", all we cancer survivors are guests of one of the many, many branded hotels in the "Hotel Carcinoma" chain. We can check out any time we like, but we can never leave. Meanwhile, let's be livin' it up; and please support cancer education, prevention, and treatment research.



Tutu Brothers

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Infusin' All Night

Just a little lyrical nonsense to the tune of Traffic’s “Feelin’ Alright”…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rRcib2lcbjw


Seems I've got to have a change of ‘screen
Cause for four nights I’m in the strangest scene
Imprisoned by my nurse, can’t take a spin
Left here on my own or so it seems
I've got to leave before I start to scream
But someone locked me down and restrained me

Infusin’ all night
I'm not feelin' too good myself
Well, infusin’ all night
I'm not feelin too good myself

But ole Sol sure cooked me to leather hide
And even now I sit and wonder why
But when I think of tans I start to cry
I just can't waste my life I must not fry
Gotta stop believing that tan’s a prize
Cause there's too much to do before I die

Infusin’ all night
I'm not feelin’ too good myself
Well, infusin’ all night
I'm not feelin' too good myself

Don't get too lost in bronze I say
Though at one time I really loved my rays
But that was then and now it is today
Sun’s still up there and so I'm pale to stay
Till' some cure comes along and wins the race
With a NED name and yes a NED grace

Infusin’ all night
I'm not feelin’ too good myself
Well, infusin’ all night
I'm not feelin’ too good myself

Infusin’ all night
I'm not feelin’ alright

Well I hope you’re feelin’ alright
I'm not feelin’ too good myself

I'm not feelin’ too good myself
I'm not feelin’ too good myself

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