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.



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Friday, January 11, 2013

The Black Devil Blues

To the tune of Taj Mahal’s “She Caught The Katy”…


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8_mcvifJ5N0



C got me crazy, and left me a fool for white
C got me crazy, and left me a fool for white
My Black C got me crazy, left me a fool for white
C train pulled out, and I hung on for life
I'm crazy 'bout cure, that hardheaded suntan’s behind

Man my Black C’s gone, great god C’s hidey, C's stalled
You know my Black C’s gone, great god C’s hidey, my Black C she's stalled
Well my Black C she's gone, my Black C she's stalled
She sleeps, still her dread’s in my thinkin’ and The Big C walks Hotel halls
And I'm still crazy 'bout cure, that hardheaded suntan’s behind

Well I drugged my Black C, chemo fine
I wish C’d come and free me some time
If you don't believe I love cure, look at the moles I’ve thinned
If you don't believe I'm thinkin’, look what a pale’s my skin

C got me crazy, and left me a fool for white
C got me crazy, and left me a fool for white
Well my Black C got my crazy, left me a fool for white
C train pulled out, and I hung on for life
I'm crazy 'bout cure, that hardheaded suntan, hardheaded suntan’s behind

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