Deep within the lyrics of Computer Blue, the long and unreleased version is one of my favorite works of poetry.
Thanks Prince.
He didn't like living alone
The house where he lived had many hallways
It was a long walk to his bedroom
Because to him each hallway represented an emotion
Every one vastly different from the next
One day while she was with him
He decided 2 name each one
She walked by his side, one hand on his thigh
No, wait, she was sort of half a step behind him
Yeah.
The grip on his thigh intensified
As they walked slowly through the corridor
He named the hallway "Lust"
And as they passed through the next one
He named it "Fear"
The grip she now loosened it
So he walked faster
Her hands now trembling she let
drop 2 her side as she read the word "Insecurity"
He
looked into her eyes and smiled a demon smile
And quickly
walked onto the next
Corridor after corridor
He named almost all when suddenly… he stopped
He painted the word "Hate"
She was gone
So he painted the last one – "Pain"
Dec 12, 2006
Dec 11, 2006
God (Part 2)
I wrote about an experience I had on LJ and the experience was such that I needed to have another one of my little "Conversations with God". I wanted to know what was mentally going on in the heads of the people involved. I wanted to know what would make any of what went on something necessary. I wanted to know the mentality of a pissing contest.
God rules sometimes. I start the iPod and I'm expecting some Eminem or some randomness - not sure if I have a song that would help me figure this out. The Fight Club mentality isn't something I'm sure has been translated into musical form, but God is amazing - and out came the following:
Lana drew a picture in school today
One that made her mother cry
a picture of a woman with a drink in her hand
Standing by a child with no eyes
Washington's reaction based upon revenge
Babies blown to kingdom come
Damn the logic - cartoon characters look better when they're on the run
Danny dropped a dime on his girlfriend
He said he didn't wanna go to jail alone
The Seed lives in the same mind with the thought that says
"We all should be stoned"
People looking for angels in the sky
whenever they're broken hearted
Love is grown when seeds are sown
A fire don't burn unless it's started.
Did you ever feel like life is like a penny
In a large room with no light?
A sophisticated mass produced cacophony
of no-win situations that aren't right
Everytime you wake up there's a little motherfucker
Talkin' big stuff in your face
You only get the kind of people that open their mouth
Just to swallow feet.
Welcome to the Rat Race.
God rules sometimes. I start the iPod and I'm expecting some Eminem or some randomness - not sure if I have a song that would help me figure this out. The Fight Club mentality isn't something I'm sure has been translated into musical form, but God is amazing - and out came the following:
Lana drew a picture in school today
One that made her mother cry
a picture of a woman with a drink in her hand
Standing by a child with no eyes
Washington's reaction based upon revenge
Babies blown to kingdom come
Damn the logic - cartoon characters look better when they're on the run
Danny dropped a dime on his girlfriend
He said he didn't wanna go to jail alone
The Seed lives in the same mind with the thought that says
"We all should be stoned"
People looking for angels in the sky
whenever they're broken hearted
Love is grown when seeds are sown
A fire don't burn unless it's started.
Did you ever feel like life is like a penny
In a large room with no light?
A sophisticated mass produced cacophony
of no-win situations that aren't right
Everytime you wake up there's a little motherfucker
Talkin' big stuff in your face
You only get the kind of people that open their mouth
Just to swallow feet.
Welcome to the Rat Race.
