horrible mirror
November 27, 2011 8:35 PM
upbeat indie pop song for when the days begin to blend together.
Submitted for the MMM Challenge, as I've had a demo of this forever without ever really finishing the song.
It needs a better title.
i woke up to the sound of you saying that you're thru getting high on the air. just about then, well, the fuse blew out again. there's a joke there, but i don't know where.
emily needs a boyfriend. anybody could see. poor things got her feet all kicking. she ain't getting no sleep.
we sat for days with our eyes out of focus, so we saw but did not understand: a poltergeist is a ghost of a person who's got way too much time on their hands.
well mikey thinks he's a test tube. thinks that it's clear to see. mikey's writing an article on fatalist chemistry. and emmie's going to read it, all fucking high on caffeine. it's gonna stop her dead in her tracks for at least a couple of weeks.
you don't exist till you admit that there's no switch you won't flick
taking cues from your narcissist sister, so at best you're a horrible mirror, throwing up everything that they feed you while you parrot whatever you hear.
what are you trying to prove and who the hell you think you're going to fool?
mikey. emmie. emily.
emily says we're losing it here. she says we better lock it down. she just asked for the hundredth time at least if we still want her around.
i woke up to the sound of you saying that you're thru getting high on the air. just about then, well, the fuse blew out again. there's a joke there, but i don't know where.
emily needs a boyfriend. anybody could see. poor things got her feet all kicking. she ain't getting no sleep.
we sat for days with our eyes out of focus, so we saw but did not understand: a poltergeist is a ghost of a person who's got way too much time on their hands.
well mikey thinks he's a test tube. thinks that it's clear to see. mikey's writing an article on fatalist chemistry. and emmie's going to read it, all fucking high on caffeine. it's gonna stop her dead in her tracks for at least a couple of weeks.
you don't exist till you admit that there's no switch you won't flick
taking cues from your narcissist sister, so at best you're a horrible mirror, throwing up everything that they feed you while you parrot whatever you hear.
what are you trying to prove and who the hell you think you're going to fool?
mikey. emmie. emily.
emily says we're losing it here. she says we better lock it down. she just asked for the hundredth time at least if we still want her around.
posted by es_de_bah (3 comments total) 3 users marked this as a favorite
This scratches a lot of musical itches of mine that don't get scratched very often. Thanks for posting this!
posted by snsranch at 4:31 PM on December 1, 2011
posted by snsranch at 4:31 PM on December 1, 2011
um. it's about online dating and selective seratonin re-uptake inhibitors...
posted by es_de_bah at 4:54 PM on December 20, 2011
posted by es_de_bah at 4:54 PM on December 20, 2011
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"mikey thinks he's a test tube. thinks that it's clear to see." -- man, great line -- no idea what it means, but it's a super image. There's a bunch of cool lines in here -- I like "poor things got her feet all kicking" too.
posted by Karlos the Jackal at 2:08 AM on November 30, 2011 [1 favorite]