Sunday, August 2, 2009

I think the phrase "Folie a Deux" applies here.

I'm desperately trying to write a song-

Don't get me wrong, I can fill pages of legal pads and notebooks and blogs with useless ramblings but when it comes to writing a song, I can't do it. I can blog four hours about anything that's on my mind but when it comes to rhyming words and setting it to music- something in the back of my mind goes "let's make this absolutely awful!" and so it goes. For some odd reason, I've been feeling like it's completely necessary to write a song about the movie Fight Club. Scratch that, not even Fight Club- just about Tyler. So of course today I sat myself down at Rico Latte and scribbled a few lines on a napkin. They're satisfactory enough, but they hold no real meaning...like what I'm trying to say just won't come out. There's so much I need to say and at the most inopportune moment, my word vomit has stopped mid-stream. Writers block aside, tomorrow/today Katie and Alison and I are going to spend the day in Lakewood aimlessly walking and eating and entering various consignment shops and causing general mayhem. Our night shall close with Common Grounds.[obviously, since we'll be in the area for once] You know what, fellow bloggers? you get to read my awful Fight Club song and mock me relentlessly for it.

I think right about here is where we left off-

you and me and this loaded gun.

You asked for last words, I could think of none

Just you and me and this loaded gun.

And the world goes up in flames

And Tyler knows I won't be the same when I'm awake.

So I'll find my cure in other people's pain

I'll find a girl and push her away

Tyler makes the rules

And Tyler's gone away

And the world goes up in flames

Ans Tyler knows I won't be the same when I'm awake.

The moral of this story: I'm an awful songwriter.

Until next time, stay classy kids.

2 comments:

  1. I just want you to know that Sebastian read this to me, inventing a melody, over the phone.

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