Sunday, January 17, 2010

Everyone is talking about talking

I was having a talk with my friend about talking the other day, oh we talked the talk the literal talk that is, the different types of talk - small talk, monologue talk, vagina talk, happy talk, sad talk, gopher talk, pillow talk, chalk talk, sweater vest talk, you know all the popular talks with the youth.


It was only after talking talk for a few hours that we both had the same thought ‘we should talk to some people about doing a tour of talks talking about talking’. After all everyone talks, it’s the best way to you know, tell people stuff and ask them stuff.


The talking about talking tour went great; it was the talk of the town. One headline proclaimed ‘everyone’s talking about talking about talking’ and another proudly stated ‘the talking about talking about talking article about the talking about talking tour has become the most talked about article of the year!’ (admittedly it was the author of the original 'everyone's talking about talking about talking article' who claimed it was the most talked about article of the year, but who were we to complain?


Success was ours. But we grew restless. We had a talk one day and we were like ‘all we’re doing is talking man, and talk is cheap according to an old clichĂ© which is clearly false because people are definitely talking about how the talking about talking ticket prices are far too pricey, you know, just for a couple of dudes talking’.


Don’t get me fucking wrong, people were listening, hell yeah people were listening, no one would have been talking about the talking about talking tour if no one was listening, but still they had a point, we were just a couple of dudes talking.


So we decided to do something about it, and we formed a band. After a long talk we christened the band ‘Fleeting Forever’ and we were sure soon enough people would stop talking about the talking about talking tour and would all be talking about Fleeting Forever.


We wrote this song.


It’s my head


I never asked you to come to me

I don’t even know your name

But when I’m feeling sad and down

You’re always somewhat to blame


Why do you always tell me I’m not good enough?

Why do you always put me down?

Are you trying to be tough?

Does it make you feel good?

To see me here in despair

Why do you spend so much time with me?

When you don’t even seem to care


Stop talking to me

Stop talking to me

Why can’t you leave me alone?


I’m afraid

I guess I’m afraid of myself


The pessimism you plant in me

Is not what I deserve from you

You could help pick me up and make me feel good

But that’s not what you do


You choose to try and influence me

To say and do things I don’t want to do

The risks I take to satisfy you each day

Always leave me in despair

But you still follow me

To here and to there

And its clear that you don’t even care


Stop talking to me

Stop talking to me

Why can’t you leave me alone?


I’m afraid

I guess I’m afraid of myself


I’m afraid of what you’ll do to me

I’m afraid to hear your voice

I guess I’m afraid of myself


And we played it for a few people, and they were like, ‘what the hell is wrong with you, you depressing fucks’. So we had another crack at it, and wrote this thing.


Dirty river bed


I’ve made a big mistake

I didn’t think I was capable of such stupidity

Am I getting too complacent?

Have I been going for too long?

I’ve made a big mistake

If only I could tell

The difference between night and day

Am I getting too privileged?

Have I just been talking so much?


I made a big mistake

And it set me free

For one more day

So what am I going to do?

What sin can I commit to attest?

I don’t want to look in the mirror

I know I’m not looking my best

I may be laughing

But I’m laughing at myself


I’m getting ahead of myself

Showing up at the airport a day early

I’m getting behind myself

What more do I need to confess

Maybe everything is falling apart

Maybe I’m just learning

To look at the mountains reflecting

Rather than the dirty river bed


I’ve made a big mistake

I always thought reliable

Was the best I could achieve?

Am I getting too different?

Am I starting to disappear?

I’ve made a big mistake

If you want it done right

Why don’t you just do it yourself?

Am I getting too much knowledge?

Have I spent too much time in class?


I’ve made a big mistake

It seems I do still have idiocy left in me

I know I’m not the greatest

But that’s no reason to stop trying

I can’t give too much effort

I can’t move too far away


I’m getting ahead of myself

Showing up at the airport a day early

I’m getting behind myself

What more do I need to confess

Maybe everything is falling apart

Maybe I’m just learning

To look at the mountains reflecting

Rather than the dirty river bed


And we played it for a few people, and they’re like ‘seriously what the fuck is wrong with you guys, you depressing mother fuckers, plus that isn’t even structured anything like a song’.


So you know we kind of gave up for a while.

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