It's a God-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling, "No"
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the silver screen
But the film is a saddening bore
For she's lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on
Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man, look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man, wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?
It's on America's tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Now the workers have struck for fame
'Cause Lennon's on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns
But the film is a saddening bore
'Cause I wrote it ten times or more
It's about to be writ again
As I ask you to focus on.....
I have to admit I have a bit of a thing for Alana.
She seems nervous in this but she gets through it which makes it even more endearing. I seriously don't know how someone can be so open and vulnerable in a solo performance like this.
... And I could blame my parents
For my vices so inherent
That I cannot shake them much as I may try
But how much have I inherited?
Or picked up since I was a kid
That nature versus nurture paradigm
I could blame wrong turns that I take
On decisions that my head makes
Then trace each error right back to my heart
And is it broken 'cause you toyed with it
Or was it formed with a little split
That grows each year further and further apart
But we love and we lose and we lash-out and we bruise
And the name of the game's just the living
We go as far as we can go we've got to go that far to know
That we have everything to gain
By knowing we can blame
The moon's wax and wane and the turn of the tide
...
And so I look to Karma
And if I try not to harm another
I will not be harmed by anything
If I salute the magpie knock on wood
Will I be doing any good?
Am I strung up or do I pull the string?
Will the fact I cling too tightly
To my dreams come back and bite me
Am I trying to make a science of an art?
And will the very fate I wish to woo
Be the one that I undo
By thinking I can steer this crazy cart
But I'll live and I'll learn
And 'I'll light and I'll burn
Til the flame simmers down to a spark
I'll go as far as I can go
I've to go that far to know that I have everything to gain
By knowing I can't train
The moon's wax and wane and the turn of the tide
....
Recovered myself from that horrible mood I was in earlier. While, I'm not in the heartbreak place the lyrics of this song possess, I'm very much in the vibe of the music here. It's a nice vibe to feel.