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 cliché 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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