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Shout This Out Loud

For the first time in public, I will now reveal my theme song for the 2006 Mets. I’ve been using it in my head since Saturday but have hesitated to mention it here because of loads of bad precedent where me and adopted Mets theme songs are concerned.

But bad precedent has left the building. Just like the Phillies’ chances of overtaking us, just like the Braves’ divisional streak, just like any doubt I had that the New York Mets are on their way to greater and greater things.

From the summer of 2003 — though far more appropriate to the baseball summer of 2006 — I give you t.A.T.u.

Not gonna get us

They’re not gonna get us

Not gonna get us

Starting from here, let’s make a promise

You and me, let’s just be honest

We are gonna run, nothing can stop us

Even the night, that falls all around us

Soon there’ll be laughter and voices

Beyond the clouds over the mountains

We’ll run away on roads that are empty

Lights from the airfield shining upon you

Nothing can stop this, not now I love you

They’re not gonna get us

They’re not gonna get us

Nothing can stop this, not now I love you

They’re not gonna get us

They’re not gonna get us

They’re not gonna get us

They are not gonna get us

We’ll run away, keep everything simple

Night will come down, our guardian angel

We rush ahead, the crossroads are empty

Our spirits rise they’re not gonna get us

My love for you, always forever

Just you and me, all else is nothing

Not going back, not going back there

They don’t understand

They don’t understand us

Not gonna get us

Not gonna get us

Nothing can stop us, not now I love you

They’re not gonna get us

They are not gonna get us

Nothing can stop this, not now I love you

They’re not gonna get us

They’re not gonna get us

They’re not gonna get us

They’re not gonna get us

6 comments to Shout This Out Loud

  • Anonymous

    This won't make me disassociate these lyrics with the two shrieking, are-they-or-aren't-they teenage lesbians who made them moderately famous, but it helps.
    I hesitate to say it, I really do, but after a 9-1 road trip, and things being thrown in the face of Baseball Gods everywhere, here's some food for thought:
    Magic Number: 88.

  • Anonymous

    I would pay money to hear Kiss cover that. Well, not really. But it would be something.

  • Anonymous

    I've been calculating magic numbers in my head for about a week now, since the blowout in Arizona on Sunday. You are far braver than me in putting it down on paper though, even digital paper.

  • Anonymous

    The only are-they-or-aren't-they? in which I'm interested regards the rest of the National League East and their state of demise. And they are definitely in one, all of them. We've seen the Phillies, we've seen the Braves, we've seen the Nationals. We've seen them all take their runs at getting close to us and we've seen them all fall woefully short.
    They're not gonna get us.

  • Anonymous

    Plenty of time for magic numbers. I'll settle for 8 (straight wins, all road), 10 (lead in loss column) and 25-1/2 (hours until the next time we play).

  • Anonymous

    Whole lottta spittin in the eye of the baseball gods around here.
    Gotta say, I like it.