December 02, 2021
My brain responds to those damn 80s/90s lyrics stuck in my head...
I walk almost everywhere in NYC, and since that means I do a lot of walking, I've had an overabundant amount of "thinking" time to get useless lyrics re-stuck in my pretty, not so little (not that brain size matters, or does it?), brain. I just got a brand new I-Pod, so now, maybe, I'll find better uses of my music time, but for the longest time I've had nothing better to do than sing to myself. So these are just some of the useless, annoying lyrics that have been stuck somewhere between my medulla and my cerebellum.
It seems that me and these lyrics, well, we needed to "talk."
"You say, I only hear what I want to..You say, I talk all the time"
Well, maybe that's because I don't buy into the shit you've been saying. You shit talking, shit talker. And fine, maybe I do talk more than your average person, but whatever, I like to talk. Now, if I could just find more interesting things to say.
"Every rose has its thorn, just like every night has its dawn"
Oh, c'mon now...there must be genetically engineered thornless roses that you can buy online. And...Aren't there places that experience ridiculous amounts of sunless days? Fine. Eventually there's a dawn, but there's not a dawn "every" night, "every" where.
"What if G-d were one of us, just a stranger on the bus..."
Then I bet he/she/it would look pretty strange or out of place sitting on the bus. They might not know how to exist in our world. They might babble and talk to inanimate objects, maybe even talk loudly at themselves. They'd probably smell funny, cause they might not know about deoderant, and I'd bet that most people would move away from them on the bus. Heck, they might not even be allowed on the bus, if they forgot to wear shoes. I bet most people wouldn't be nice to God - but then again, that would be the irony of it all, no?
"I can't fight this feeling any longer. And yet I'm still afraid to let it show..."
What is this feeling that you can't find. Do you need to pee? Cause if that's what it is, go directly to a toilet, don't let it "flow" er, I mean "show" unless of course you're with someone whose into that. If it's a "love" thing, get over it. Shit or get off the pot, my own personal favorite expression these days. I hate annoying lyrics like this. So wishy washy. Get over yourself. Show dammit. Show.
"How can you just leave me standing, alone in a world that's so cold. Maybe I'm just too demanding, maybe I'm just like my mother too.."
How much like our parents are we anyway? As we grow up are our personalities really much different than theirs? Is that why we either get along really well, or we don't? Is there some middle ground when it comes to family relations?
"Do you really want to hurt me. Do you really want to make me cry?"
You're a big baby. Big babies cry. Wah. Cry. Oh, yes, I guess I do want to hurt you, and if by hurting you I make you cry then good. Cry. Now stop asking.
"Since you've been away I've been down and lonely, since you've been away I've been thinking of you..."
Oh..shut the fuck up already! Seriously. How is this song from the time when Marvin Gaye died still playing itself over and over in my head. I want out. I want out NOW.
On a personal endnote:
You may think I'm losing it but I'm not. Unless of course I've already lost it, then maybe I never knew that I had it to begin with...