Under Pressure.


September 5, 2009 by sandwichcontrol

Turned away from it all like a blind man. Sat on a fence but it don't work. Keep coming up with love, but it's so slashed and torn. Why - why - why ?

Turned away from it all like a blind man. Sat on a fence but it don't work. Keep coming up with love, but it's so slashed and torn. Why - why - why ?

I have always loved that song. I chose it for the title of the post because it was appropriate and clever and I like the freakin’ song. As I was searching for things to gussy-up the post- images, song lyrics, and the like- I read the lyrics for the first time in my life. Taking the words to the song out of context of the Bowie/Mercury duet and viewing it just as a poem, I realized very quickly that the song makes no sense whatsoever. It’s like they sat down and got drunk and decided to write a song about love and how tough it is to be alive in such a hateful world, then they went to the studio, got drunker, realized they forgot the lyric sheet and said “The Hell with the lyrics! We didn’t come all the way down here to the studio to not record a song. We’ll just fill the parts we can’t remember with random sounds like “E dee dee da day” and all will be well.” After recording the song they sobered up, thought about changing it, but thought it rocked, and the lyrics were transcribed from there. The song is literally random sentence fragments about random life difficulties. Bizarre.

Anywho, today’s agenda is kind of boring, but it is stuff that needs to be done. Mainly stuff like homework, take a shower, fold laundry. Normal life stuff.

On a more humorous note, both Mortimer Ichabod and Grass are spending some quality supervised out of cage time with me. Well, Grass just flew around the room and landed into my cup of coffee. I would have photographed it, but I was more concerned with the parakeet drowning in a highly caffeinated liquid. Bastard ruined my cup of coffee. He still won’t let me handle him very much. Needless to say that it can quite difficult getting him back into the cage. Mortimer Ichabod will fly right back in, but Grass will just fly into the side of the cage and fall to the floor. Mortimer Ichabod is only slightly smarter usually he just flies to the cage and grabs onto the bars next to the giant opening and then just looks at it like “How the Hell am I going to get in there?”. Birds. Currently, I have managed to get Grass to sit on my finger. So, I am having to type this with one hand. Back into the cage with the both of yous.

All right. I have got to get working. More soon. ~SC


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