Ironically, after tonight's episode of family drama, what comes to mind is my English teacher's metaphor. "What's the plate that the chicken comes on," she asks?
It doesn't come on a plate at all. It's thrown smack right into your face.
Despite my previous bad encounters involving my immediate family, it seems I still haven't learned that in this world, there ain't no one who cares about you but yourself. Not even your family. It's a dog eat dog world.
Anyway, I've been doing nothing but listening to my Pandora songs lately; the Morning Benders come up quite often. So often, that every time a song comes up, I actually hear the lyrics and think, "Wow, that's deep."
Excerpt from "Cross-eyed" by the Morning Benders
we keep handing out our gifts
a gilded age keeps our hearts stiff
and apart
but what about our flesh and blood?
the product of our young love
is here to stay
a crosseyed mess led me from the flames into the dark
our empty promises keep us from bearing our hearts
but somewhere inside me there's a jealous mind
and i want it out of my head!!
i want it out of my head!!!!!
Simple, but profound. Today, I said to my friend of the song "Waiting for a War": "It's like a... I dunno, deep but logical commentary on society today, I guess."
Yeah, I'm way in over my head.
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