January 26, 2008
Saturday night, and I ain’t got nobody…I got some money cuz I just got paid…
Yep, it’s Saturday night, and I’m surrounded by silence in my tiny room, except for the tapping of keys on the keyboard and the occasional “bleep” alerting me of an incoming instant message, not to mention the echoing clip-clop of heels tramping down the hallway now and then. The stillness engulfs me. I’m all alone, and I’ve been writing for hours, now. I love nights like these.
Do you remember Weird Al Yankovic? I used to think he was sooo rad when I was younger! I thought he was a brilliant artist with a sense of humor similar to my own. I look back now like, “Hmmm…was I every truly like that?” haha. Maybe not. But I do like to compose my own rendition of song lyrics, especially to make fun of something, or just to be a goofball, and sometimes, even to deal with a challenge.
My mind is drifting back to one of the most awful, depressing days of my high school years, when my then-boyfriend stood me up on Valentine’s Day – that’s right, I said ON VALENTINE’S DAY! – and went to hang with his buddies instead of keeping our dinner plans. I was so ticked off and so upset, I drove around town for hours, alternating between cursing him, bawling, and making up new lyrics to the Sheryl Crow song “Every Day is a Winding Road.” How pathetic! I would look back on that and laugh but I painfully recall just how hurt I was, so there’s no laughing about that matter even though I do acknowledge the pathetic ridiculousness of it! To this day, my good friend, Jessi, and I still sing what we recall of those revamped lyrics whenever we hear that song. :)
This sojourn has brought about a few new musical parodies. I haven’t actually sat down and written out complete lyrics, but what I’ve thought-up so far does tend to play in my head from time to time. Put on your dancin’ shoes and check this out. ;)
If it ever starts to sprinkle even the tiniest drops of rain here, you immediately see umbrellas popping out all over the place. Now, if it’s merely sprinkling, I’d never even think about taking out my umbrella – heck, I usually wouldn’t even take the time to use one if it’s pouring – I’d just run faster! But, the fear of acid rain here brings about Umbrella Wars on the crowded sidewalks, and also brings about a little ditty inside my head, titled “Acid Rain,” inspired by Prince’s “Purple Rain”:
I never meant to cause you any asthma
I never meant to cause you Alzheimer’s
I only wanted one time to see you melting…
I only wanted to see you melting in the acid rain
Acid rain…acid rain.
There are other unfinished sonnets roving about my psyche on a weekly (if not daily) basis. One has to deal with spacey pedestrians on sidewalks.
I’m sorry, people, but there are just too many of us who have to use the same path to get to our destinations, for you to be ditzing about, checking your text messages, stopping to yank up your stockings, or pausing to check yourself out in the Who A.U. window, for crying out loud! If you must do these things while I’m walking behind you, then please veer your sparkly high heels off to the side, sister!
During such encounters with said individuals, another tune flutters through my mind. I can also attribute the inspiration of this one to Prince: his lyrics, “I get delirious,” in my mind is no longer what it used to be; it has become, “You’re so oblivious!”
And, of course, when I surprisingly find my manners becoming one with those of certain city folk, I think to myself: I think I’m turning Ko-re-an, I think I’m turning Ko-re-an, I really think so!
That song doesn’t play in my mind quite as often as the Oblivious one, though. :)
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