A meme by any other name would be somewhat less appropriate.
YES. YES. YES.
Alanis Morrissette wrote me a song.
“I Think”
I Think cars are really a huge problem
I Think pedestrians are too much on my mind
I Think lights have got a lot to do with why the world sucks
But what can you do?
Like a green rain, beating down on me
Like a Langston Hughes line, which won’t let go of my brain
Like Amber’s ass, it is in my head
Blame it on traffic
Blame it on traffic
Blame it on traffic
I Think horns are gonna drive us all crazy
And brakes make me feel like a child
I Think fingers will eventually be the downfall of civilization
But what can you do? I said what can you do?
Like a green rain, beating down on me
Like a Langston Hughes line, which won’t let go of my brain
Like Amber’s ass, it is in my head
Blame it on traffic
Blame it on traffic
Blame it on traffic
Like a green rain, beating down on me
Like Amber’s smile, cruel and cold
Like Langston Hughes’s ass, it is in my head
Blame it on traffic
Blame it on traffic
Blame it on traffic
“Why”
Fuckers, ass clowns, feelings
Why God, Why?
Ass clowns, emotions, people
Why God, Why?
What have I done to deserve this black horror?
Surrounded on all sides with the Hell of people
Like a Charles Bukowski character, I’m wordy and alone
Why God, Why?
Babies, fuckers, weddings
Why God, Why?
People, weddings, feelings
Why God, Why?
What have I done to deserve this black disaster that is my life?
Surrounded on all sides with the Hell of people
Like a Charles Bukowski character, I’m wordy and alone
Why God, Why?
What have I done to deserve this black misery?
Surrounded on all sides with the Hell of people
Like a Charles Bukowski character, I’m wordy and alone
Why God, Why?
Why God, Why?
Why God, Why?
Why God, Why?
Why God, Why?
Comment by Dan Herwig — 6/21/2004 @ 3:54 pm
“Will to Live”
I feel miserable
Sadistic rituals involving a goat make me ill
I feel miserable
Brotherly hazings tear at my foundations
I feel miserable
Thirty-third degree members are dragging me down to the depths of misery
I want to die
Is it because of Freemasons that I feel this way?
With the pink rays of misery pounding on my brain?
Or am I lost in tale of E. B. White, adrift far from home
I don’t think so, I don’t think so.
Lou Ferigno Broke My Will to Live
Lou Ferigno Broke My Will to Live
Lou Ferigno Broke My Will to Live
I was getting better but then
Lou Ferigno Broke My Will to Live
I feel miserable
Cryptic symbols rot the flesh from my bones
I feel miserable
Dark secrets defeat my purpose
I feel miserable
Shriners are doing their best to impale my soul
I want to die
Is it because of Freemasons that I feel this way?
With the pink rays of misery pounding on my brain?
Am I lost in tale of E. B. White, adrift far from home
I don’t think so, I don’t think so.
Lou Ferigno Broke My Will to Live
Lou Ferigno Broke My Will to Live
Oh God, Lou Ferigno Broke My Will to Live
I was getting better but then
Lou Ferigno Broke My Will to Live
Comment by Dan Herwig — 6/21/2004 @ 4:02 pm
Dammit. Dan’s lyrics are awesome, especially on “Will to Live.” Much better than mine, and I had the generator use the word “squirrels.”
Dammit.
Comment by czeltic girl — 6/21/2004 @ 4:10 pm
Yes, Damn Herwig shall be his new name.
Comment by steelbuddha — 6/21/2004 @ 4:11 pm
Alanis was on Later With Jools Holland (great BBC live music programme) a couple of weeks ago. This was supposed to be the brave, new Alanis, completely without misery or angst of any kind. Was it? You must be joking. Nice light show, though.
Comment by brendan — 6/22/2004 @ 6:24 am
Can my fill name be Damn Von Herwig?
Comment by Dan Herwig — 6/22/2004 @ 2:36 pm
“I feel miserable
Shoes rot the flesh from my bones
I feel miserable
Picnics defeat my purpose
I feel miserable
Watermelons are doing their best to impale my soul
I want to die”
“I Think shoes are gonna drive us all crazy
And picnics make me feel like a child
I Think watermelons will eventually be the downfall of civilization
But what can you do? I said what can you do?”
It’s no T.S. Eliot, but it’ll do :)
Comment by Tazja — 7/1/2004 @ 3:23 pm