Intellectual Mass Starvation
If, for example, in one uniquely magical morning just before the sun fully rises from the eastern mountain, we find ourselves in a room with a nice little view, together curled up beside each other (doesn't matter if we're naked or not though i would prefer anything beautiful to my eyes and that would most probably mean you in your birthday suit), and you make faces at me while i pretend to be sleeping, eyes shut and haughty, you getting all naughty and dirty and lovely and wrinkly, my mind will separate from my head and float right above us and wander like a giant yellow balloon coming from my teeny weeny navel of delight (soiled and sweaty and white), and you will see that my mind is slowly wandering above us and you will smile and blow this yellow balloon using your own peculiar pout until it gets bigger and bigger and it touches the ceiling and it presses against our faces like an SRS airbag and we push it, push it out of the window, out into the open sky and it will block the sun momentarily and we will wait for its shadow to pass us by, pass by the house, pass by the neighborhood, pass by the street and into the mountains on the west, carrying with it all of our wishes and all of our hopes and all of the secret disgust you have for me and you have always had for me and have no intention whatsoever of telling me in this lifetime or the next, if indeed there is some wrenching, maniacal morning such as this one, you will find me in all my middle-aged majesty, in all my skeptical conviction, in all my capitalist illusions of societal significance, you will find me there singing in your face a song by the eraserheads:i was born upside down
i felt my grandma put my feet on the ground
they put a spoon in my mouth
and everyone was shocked to hear me shout
well i knew i couldn't take all that dogfood that they'd make
i'd just as soon as put myself on a stake and burn
i saw it coming around!
i saw it coming around, yeah
i saw it coming around
and so i just, shook my head and walked away.
i grew up in a town
where everybody tried to push me around
the girls were alright but the guys were tough
they were always buggin me with macho stuff
well i ain't no stupid fighter i go for flower power
and i've been runnin every race just to save my face, yeah!
i saw it coming around!
i saw it coming around, yeah
i saw it coming around
and so i just, shook my head and walked away.
well they try to see if you care
it's just a matter of not begging for more
you know it's really suicidal to just give in
to people you can never really be sure
oh, hoh, when it gets down to this
they'll eat you up
when it gets right in your head
they'll stitch you up
it's a saving grace to have enough
when you find yourself in a compromising spot
you should know you shouldn't take
all that dog food that they'd make
you'd just as soon as put yourself on a stake and burn
you'll see it coming around
you'll see it comin, comin around oh when you
oh when you see it comin around you'll just yeah...
SHAKE YER HEAD AND WALK AWAY!
posted by dyeproks @ 1:04 AM
2 Comments:
I love that e-heads song! Hanep yung word play sa title ah.
Two former high school students of mine were jointly interviewing a priest from India one day on videotape about the cultural differences of missionary work in India and the Philippines when suddenly one of the boys asked "Father what can you say about mass starvation in India?" the priest was aghast. "Masturbation?? what do you mean ... oh! Mass starvation!" We were all delirious in the faculty room. You should have seen the priest's face!
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