heh heh...

How many of us know someone like this?

I Can't Decide

It's not easy having yourself a good time
Greasing up those bets and betters
Watching out they don't four-letter
Fuck and kiss you both at the same time
Smells like something I've forgotten
Curled up died and now it's rotten

I'm not a gangster tonight
Don't want to be a bad guy
I'm just a loner baby
And now you've gotten in my way

I can't decide
Whether you should live or die
Oh, you'll probably go to heaven
Please don't hang your head and cry
No wonder why
My heart feels dead inside
It's cold and hard and petrified
Lock the doors and close the blinds
We're going for a ride

It's a bitch convincing people to like you
If I stop now call me a quitter
If lies were cats you'd be a litter
Pleasing everyone isn't like you
Dancing jigs until I'm crippled
Slug ten drinks I won't get pickled

I've got to hand it to you
You've played by all the same rules
It takes the truth to fool me
And now you've made me angry

Oh I could throw you in the lake
Or feed you poisoned birthday cake
I won't deny I'm gonna miss you when you're gone
Oh I could burry you alive
But you might crawl out with a knife
And kill me when I'm sleeping
That's why

~Scissor Sisters

I've got to hand it to the Sisters. I love the way they've so eloquently captured our temporary personal discomforts caused by those thoughtless few we happen to come upon throughout our lives. It sucks to know that others have met with such irritations and it's comforting to know that others have met with such irritarions (there's hope!).

And since I'm all about balance...

This is also one of my favorites.

The Origin of Love

When the earth was still flat,
And the clouds made of fire,
And mountains stretched up to the sky,
Sometimes higher.
Folks roamed the earth
Like bog rolling kegs.
They had two sets of arms,
They had two sets of legs.
They had two faces peering
Out of one giant head
So they could watch all around them
As they talked ; while they read.
And they never knew nothing of love.
This was before the origin of love.

The origin of love.

And there were three sexes then,
One that looked like two men
Glued up back to back,
Called the children of the sun.
And similar in shape and girth
Were the children of the earth.
They looked like two girls
Rolled up in one.
And the children of the moon
Were like a fork shoved on a spoon.
They were part sun, part earth,
Part daughter, part son.

The origin of love.

Now the gods grew quite scared
Of our strength and defiance
And Thor said,
"I'm gonna kill them all with my hammer,
Like I killed the giants."
But Zeus said, "No.
You better let me
Use my lightening like scissors.
Like I cut the legs off the whales,
And dinosaurs into lizards."
And then he grabbed up some bolts,
He let out a laugh,
Said, "I'll split them right down the middle.
Gonna cut them right up in half."
And then storm clouds gathered above
Into great balls of fire.

And then fire shot down
From the sky in bolts
Like shining blades
Of a knife.
And it ripped
Right through the flesh
Of the children of the sun,
And the moon,
And the earth.
And some Indian god
Sewed the wound up into a hole,
Pulled it round to our belly
To remind up the price we pay.
And Osiris and the gods of the Nile
Gathered up a big storm
To blow a hurricane,
To scatter us away,
The flood of wind and rain,
And a sea of tidal waves,
To wash us all away,
And if we don't behave
They'll cut us down again
And we'll be hopping around on one foot,
And looking through one eye.

Last time I saw you
We had just split in two.
You were looking at me,
I was looking at you.
You had a way so familiar,
But I could not recognize,
Cause you had blood on your face;
I had blood in my eyes.
But I could swear by your expression
That the pain down in your soul
Was the same as the one down in mine.
That's the pain
Cuts a straight line
Down through the heart;
We call it love.
So we wrapped our arms around each other,
Trying to shove ourselves back together.
We were making love,
Making love.
It was a cold, dark evening,
Such a long time ago,
When by the mighty hand of Jove,
It was a sad story
How we became
Lonely two-legged creatures.
It's the story of
The origin of love.
That's the origin of love.

~Hedwig & the Angry Inch