Journeying onward
Started: Wednesday, November 1, 2000 21:35
Finished: Wednesday, November 1, 2000 22:28
If you ever find yourself crossing the karmic neverland, and just happen to bump into the soul of my mentor, would you mind passing on a little nicety gram of goodwill, and re-convey my existential wish that the journey be sublime in all regards? Thanks. I know you will.
I'm not a baby
You always taught me right from wrong
I need your help daddy please be strong
I may be young at heart
but I know what I'm saying
The one you warned me all about
The one you said I could do without
We're in an awful mess
and I don't mean maybe
Please!
Pappa don't preach
I'm in trouble deep
Pappa don't preach
I've been losing sleep
But I've made up my mind
I'm keeping my baby
Is it just me, or have my lyrical tendancies lately drifted heavily in the direction of the Virginal One? Or... maybe that's not quite the right title to be using. But really, doesn't always defining ourselves by our material possessions get a little old after a while? The media obviously doesn't think so.
"And on the next episode of, Roundabout descriptions for the hopelessly insane, we examine the implications of what that hand was really doing in that pocket. Hint: You Oughta Know that All I Really Want is to Wake Up -- Perfect -- and be Forgiven. Ironic? Perhaps, but if You Learn not to tell Mary Jane about it, she might just fall Head Over Feet. If that doesn't drive it Right Through You, then I'm sorry. Because I am Not The Doctor."
How TeOTALLY random.
if the void is solely yours
I don't want to be your glass of single malt whiskey
Hidden in the bottom drawer, and
I don't want to be a bandage if the wound is not mine
Lend me some fresh air
I don't want to be adored for what I merely represent to you
I don't want to be your babysitter
You're a very big boy now
I don't want to be your mother
I didn't carry you in my womb for nine months
Show me the back door
Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6..
Will I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it's too much to ask for and I am NOT the doctor
I don't want to be the sweeper of the eggshells that you walk upon
I don't want to be your other half I believe that 1 and 1 make 2
I don't want to be your food or the light from the fridge on your face at midnight
What are you hungry for?
I don't want to be the glue that holds your pieces together
I don't want to be your idol
See this pedastal is high and I'm afraid of hights
I don't want to be lived through
A vicarious occassion
Please open the window
Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6..
Will I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
I don't want to be responsible for your fractured heart and its wounded beat
I don't want to be a substitute for the smoke you've been inhaling
What do you thank me
What do you thank me for?
Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6..
Will I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it's too much to ask for, and I am...
Finish it.
Uh oh. I now run the high risk of going into a serious musicgasm. If this unfortunate state is reached, it means any attempt to continue this rambling with any substantive contant will be lost. In fact, we may have already past that point. Maybe. But that wouldn't be good, because it's the first of the month.
and there's an underestimated and impatient little girl raising her hand
But it's EASIER not to
SO MUCH easier not to
Hopeless. Well, at least I can be creative with the use of caps lock. :)
Ya know what? I am gonna blow it off this time. The New Year's resolutions. Well, there's the ones that are at 100%. They're there. No need to repeat myself about those. Then there's the ones that, for one reason or another, aren't. Maybe they were too vague. Maybe they were unrealistic. Maybe I just haven't gotten off my ass. In any case, I don't feel like rehashing THAT subject matter either! Too boring.
Musicgasm it is.
And that's why I love you
So take this moment Mary Jane
And be selfish
Worry not about the cars that go by
'cause ALL that matters, Mary Jane, is your freedom
So keep warm, my dear. Keep dry.
Tell me. What's the matter, Mary Jane?
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I think I'll stick in another cd or 3, go offline, and spare the readers the rest of this. So much for real content tonight.