Sunday, October 28, 2007

slow news day

Sometimes when George Bush, subway pole-hoggers, or hidden kitten puke have brought my spirits down, I think back to this modern classic, and feel better about life.

I would swallow my pride
I would choke on the rinds
But the lack there of would leave me empty inside
Swallow my doubt
Turn it inside out
Find nothing but faith in nothing
Want to put my tender
Heart it in a blender
Watch it spin round to a beautiful oblivion
Rendezvous then I'm through with you
Duuude, they like wrote this in high school. Pretty impressive, huh? Where did they find all those words . . .
I burn burn like a wicker cabinet
I love it!
Chalk white and oh so frail
I see our time has gotten stale
The tick tock of the clock is painful
All sane and logical
I want to tear it off the wall
Damn those sane, logical clocks, with their tick tocking and their logic and oh-so-precious sanity. Damn them!
I hear words in clips and phrases
That actually explains a lot. Maybe he never got the early educational assistance he desperately needed to overcome his hearing disability.
I think sick like ginger ale
My stomach turns and I exhale
I would swallow my pride
I would choke on the rinds
But the lack there of would leave me empty inside
I would swallow my doubt
Turn it inside out
Find nothing but faith in nothing
Want to put my tender
Heart it in a blender
Watch it spin round to a beautiful oblivion
Rendezvous then I'm through with you

So Cal is where my mind states
But its not my state of mind
I'm not as ugly sad as you
Or am I origami
Oh, snap! Check it out--"or am I" sounds almost the same as "origami." This is some groundbreaking stuff.
Folded up and just pretend
Demented as the motives in your head

I would swallow my pride
I would choke on the rinds
But the lack there of would leave me empty inside
I would swallow my doubt
Turn it inside out
Find nothing but faith in nothing
Want to put my tender
Heart it in a blender
Watch it spin round to a beautiful oblivion
Rendezvous then I'm through with you
Here comes the best part.
I alone
Am the one you don't
Know you need
Take heed feed your ego
Make me blind
When your eyes
Close sink when you get close
Tie me to the bedpost
I alone
Am the one you dont
Know you need no you don't
Make me blind
When your eyes close
Tie me to the bedpost
Tie me to the fucking bedpost!!
I would swallow my pride
I would choke on the rinds
But the lack there of would leave me empty inside
I would swallow my doubt
Turn it inside out
Find nothing but faith in nothing
Want to put my tender
Heart it in a blender
Watch it spin round to a beautiful oblivion
Rendezvous then I'm through with you
Now im through with you

Through with you
Rendezvous then I'm through with you
Indeed. Through. With. You. Words to live by.

2 comments:

djp said...

you have a fetish for this song.

Anonymous said...

"tie me to the fucking bedpost!!"

hilarious!