Seriously, they never are. You
stamp on them outside, but would never want that
actually in your house.
Why do people desperately need
quotes? Ever wonder about that? In an effort to
explain the same thing over 5 or 6 times, you have no
choice but to start using symbolism and inevitably you
start making quotes. The doormat one is a prime
example. You can say until you're blue in the face:
"If you let someone walk all over you, they will never
respect you", but it doesn't resonate. You say
"Doormats are never let in the house..." it's like
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH that's DEEEEEEEEEEP. <rolling
eyes> no it isn't. It's exhaustion. It's like
explaining algebra to a horse. When you finally find a
way to connect with the person, you're happy - but
you're a bit frustrated 'cause you said it all before
in plain english... yet the Jack Handey method rings
true.
<shakes head>
So "quotes" (putting that in
quotes is just awesome) annoy me. Even if
I succumb to them from time to time. Which in
reality? Is all songwriting is. Tiny quotes that
rhyme. This time however, I started writing an
entry, and wrote out bullet points that had no rhyme
whatsoever. Then I put those to music. And
we get this:
In case you were
wondering...
The woman for me, is a
Frankenstein of parts, that I don't believe
exist.
--- But I'll sing to all of
you anyway.
You were the worst you, and
I was the worst me... at least we have that in
common.
The dawn of a new day, was
the dawn of a new Donna... except she actually
stopped talking long enough to see the
mirror.
---and I kinda still love
her for that.
Bad year for you? Have you
ever considered what a really bad year it was for
him?
And you, I actually love
you, but its never gonna be me. Run. With my
blessing run.
---'Cause your Frankenstein
still probably exists.
Teen angel, did I hear
you correctly, it all worked out well? Nicely
done.
And you, you're kinda
dangerous... Unassuming and inviting. But does
class warfare still exist?
Pretty girl, if someone ever
talked to me like that I'd re-enact the squirrel
song and leave them.
---Doormats are never let in
the house.
Ed! Sparkler
boy.
Heavenly, Mr. Right is
probably closer than you think, but he's like a
ghost in Super Mario World.
---If you look for him, he
disappears.
Lovely you have the power,
but you hand it ALL over to God. Tweak the
percentages, you'll surprise
yourself.
The woman im closest to is
having another man's baby, and Im OK with
that.
---in fact i'm flying out to
share the moment.
---part of me thinks that's
kinda stupid.
---but part of me lives for
moments like that.
And no, of course I'm not telling
anyone what it means. They're private moments that I
can make public because of how vague and inside the
lines are. It's kind of a cool way to communicate.
I will however share "Sparkler Boy" with all of
you...
Ya know how some movies get better
the more times you see it? It's the same with this
picture. And I can barely think of it without
wetting myself now. And I can't really explain
it, it's actually a horrifying picture and the kid
looks damn near identical to me when I was a pup,
but it's so goddamned funny to me I can barely
finish this paragraph while it's on my screen. In
fact, I need to put some space between
us.
OK, that's better. I can only
see his feet now. Though, damnit that's even
funny...
Alright. But yeah, I laughed
so hard over that picture this weekend it felt like
I had done crunches. The hands, the expression,
the almost flippant reaction from the adult bordering
on intentional? I can just hear the scene now as
he hands it to the kid: "Whatever you do, don't
drop the sparkly part on your toes." And
then...
BWAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA. Ouch, ouch.
OK. To those who remember "Laughing Lester" from
The Boyles days I am becoming that man. I'll help you
if you're hurt, but I will laugh if it was funny.
A bunch.
So yeah, the song. As I said,
just a stream of thoughts that I was writing on
the plane (I flew to Arizona to help some friends
install a home theater system. It freaking rocks). I
don't mean it to be preachy, and they're all passing
thoughts. Subject to change the more information
I have (some have even changed in the time since
I've uploaded the video and am writing this), but the
point is... it's a nice way to lock-in feelings and
thoughts in a public manner, while at the same time
being completely anonymous to those involved. Not the
easiest thing to do, but a fun little
challenge.
