To Sir Elton John...

Hey dude... can I call you dude?
Oh wait, I forgot you're royalty now.

To your royal dudeness,

We've been friends for a long LONG time.
I went to one of your concerts and it was aahhhhh-mazing!!
I'm not going to lie, I don't know all your songs by heart, I know most of them... and I can sing many many MANY of their choruses so, I can't think you can call me a pretty cool fan.

You have a full radio station in my Pandora box... a guy can't ask for more, right??

I have to be honest, I have a terrible problem with your music RIGHT NOW.


Years ago I could go:

Buh-buh-buh-benny and the jets!

Benny!

Benny!

Benny!... and the Jets...

And jump around and dance or scream and laugh.

But lately I've been feeling a like someone just pushed me and I'm:

"Exiled here from other worlds,

my sentence comes too soon.

Why should I be made to pay

on the bad side of the moon"?

When my mind fights sad memories, my computer starts being an ass and plays:

My high-flying bird has flown from out my arms

I thought myself (her) his keeper

(S)he thought I meant (her) him harm

(S)he thought I was the archer

A weather man of words

But I could never shoot down my high-flying bird.

And, of course, when I'm home alone I think...

"How it feels so real

Lying here with no one near

Only you and you can hear me

When I say softly slowly"

Hold me closer tiny dancer,

count the headlights on the highway,

lay me down in sheets of linen

You had a busy day today"

HA! and don't even get me started on trying to survive listening to THIS because... no:

And I think it's gonna be a long long time

'til touch down brings me round again to find

I'm not the (wo)man they think I am at home...

I'm a rocket (wo)man

... rocket (wo)man burning out her fuse up here alone.

YOU SEE?!?!?

You're not helping!!!

I truly hope, one of these days I can scream:

Oh, the bitch is back

Stone cold, sober as a matter of fact

I can bitch, I can bitch

'cause I'm better than you

It's the way I move

The things I do

But since all I can think of now is:

Don't let the sun go down on me

although I search myself. It's always someone else I see

I'd just allow a fragment of your life to wander free

but losing everything is like the sun going down on me

Here's the deal, all I'm going to say right now for you right now is:

Goodbye yellow brick road

where the dogs of society howl

You can't plant me in your penthouse

I'm going back to my plough

So,

I hope you don't mind,

I hope you don't mind...

But you are getting OUT of my Pandora, for a whileeeeeee.

Don't tell him (not that I think you could), but Freddy Mercury MAY be the next on my list.
FYI, Bruno Mars just made a come back to my playlist with a new album. He's forbidden to play some of his song (specially those with videos with dancing monkey's) but he learned the lesson.

Note to self: 

Mafe, tell the doctor those new, improved and stupid 
FALL allergies are stronger than we thought they were. 

You're not making any sense.