Another Lyric, From The Resident Psycohpath

Date: Mon, 24 Feb 2003 21:06:27 -0500
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I dunno, my friends. This thing that happened In Rhode Island, Is so
god-awful stark an ordeal, that I can only sit here utterly beside myself
with profound sadness; and a hopeless longing - for something meaningful and
something new. It's not only a sadness that I feel for those afflicted by
the disaster of course; but also a sadness and longing, even for Rock & Roll
itself. If rock has to die at last, then need it also take lives and hopes
of human beings with it?
As far as I am concerned, 'Great White', was just living out lie (because
they had their day, once upon a time - and they are not now relevant or
current), when all those people died. Had a group performing that evening in
Warwick been even only an aspiring rock act; possessing new or original
music, then somehow, I for one, might have derived a bit of virtue or
comfort in that fact. Instead, The band that triggered the demise of all
those rock & roll lovers, was equipped or accompanied only with some
outdated, nostalgic fantasy - cooked up exclusively, for their glory alone -
and of course, for the marketplace.
A marketplace that itself, can now only hope to long wistfully for just some
ungainly escape to the once- familiar; or to the good ole days..
R.G.
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Of course - a lyric, is only half of a song; and it's not always the better
half - although in my case, it just might be. You see, I don't have a band
myself; or any means currently to give you all the whole of a song at this
time. In fact, I don't even have a guitar anymore, because I had to pawn it
to pay my phone bill. In any regard - it's just as well I guess, because
words are all that I have ever really had to offer anyone. And although
words, seem to never be enough for the common man at least, they are indeed
something to me.. I hope very much that each and every one of you will have a chance to hear
this number someday, because between you, me and the lamp-post, I think this
happens to be my absolute very best 'love' song..
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Her Artificial World (R.F. Goggin)
My baby classified me, a Borderline Personality,
She says I got overwhelming needs, and I should seek therapy.
She said; When you were young you were really wild, you were such a problem
child,
You've gone through life building up walls, and now you're bitter on top of
it all.
So I said; Baby, wait a minute!
This is crazy! You can't leave me now.
I never said I was Superman, but I do the best I can,
Evidently It's not enough, why does love gotta suck so much?
Well if we were all robotic with our heads on straight, without needs, one
must contemplate,
What would spark our spontaneity, or drive our creativity?
Now baby, Let me get this straight,
You want an ice-cold immoderate, to give you artificial love?
So tell me love? Just where do you stand?
Do you want the real thing, or an artificial man?
I've heard of artificial respiration, and artificial limbs,
And artificial insemination, but an artificial girl?
I don't know much about psychology, or what you want or don't want from me,
But I'm not an imitation, don't you see? I be what I choose to be.
Oh so, why don't go find your perfect specimen? Who'll love in accordance to
your plan?
You think you'll get what you been dreaming of, but you'll just get an
artificial love.
My baby don't want me, she wants artificial love,
My don't need me - she's an artificial girl,
My baby is happy, in her artificial world.
I've heard of artificial respiration, and artificial limbs,
And artificial insemination, But an artificial girl?
She's a methodical zombie, an artificial girl,
She's a humanoid computer - in her artificial world.
© 2003 Pariahdise