Peter Pan Complex
From the day you are born
You were slapped cross the face
And in five minutes time
You’ve got a living to make
You’ve got wives
You’ve got kids
You’ve got bills
You’ve got stress
And you’re wondering how you got into this mess
It was sex!
It was drugs
It was wine
It was booze
And all of those things
That grown ups do
So tell me a bedtime story
And please make sure to turn on the night light
Just let me keep on dreamin in bed
And I’ll be alright
I like to blow bubbles in my coffee
And on my way to work I let down my hair
Yes I know that I am nearly twenty
But lecture someone else
Cause I couldn’t care
Who cares?
I watch cartoons while I flip to the news
And pay all of my bills with houses and hotels
It was fun
Then it’s done
And it’s drowned down the sink
And I may be condemned for the way that I think
I want pink!
I want love!
I want beautiful skin
And anything else I could want on a whim
Call me sin
Call me names
Cause I’d rather play games
Then sell lots of stock and go insane
So give me my paycheck on payday
I’ll spend it on candy and clothes at the mall
Sure, I can drive, I can drink, I can vote
But I want to do it all
I like to blow bubbles in my coffee
And on my way to work I let down my hair
Yes I know that I am nearly thirty
But lecture someone else
Cause I couldn’t care
Who cares?
So, go ahead, wear your overpriced, prodigious
Armani business motifs
I’ll wear overalls
Be adorned with pigtails
And never have to think
About what will happen tomorrow
But what’ll happen right now
I like to blow bubbles in my coffee
And on my way to work I let down my hair
Yes I know that I am nearly fifty
But lecture someone else
Cause I couldn’t care!
Oh, I like to blow bubbles in my coffee
And I skip my way to work
And let down my hair
You might think
That life is full of worries
But I’ll still have a blast
As long as I’m there
Oh, who cares
As long as I’m there
Who cares?
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Done
And we've now reached ACT II!!! There's a bunch more songs I still have to write for Act I, but I'm impatient to post everything I've finished so far. So Act II of my college musical, woot woot!
It's FIVE YEARS AFTER GRADUATION - about eight years since we left off at the end of Act I. Kathleen returns to her old high school and becomes a teacher. It’s been years since she’s heard from Damien. She reflects on where she is now in her life and maybe it was all for the best.
Done
KATHLEEN:
When I’m feeling more than blue
I recall this little speech:
Those who can, do
Those who can’t, teach
In my day I was a knockout
Back then I knew the game
I had it figured out
But now - it’s not the same
I’m at the head of the class
A view I’ve never seen
In school I’d barely pass
I was a preoccupied teen
More interested in looks
Than A Tale Of Two Cities
Never flipped through my books
Never joined the school committees
My priorities moronic
Now I think it’s quite ironic
I’m a hypocritical preacher
But kids listen cause I’m the teacher
I can’t say that it’s not scary
As I pause for a momentary
Breath sometimes; I’m very
Certain that I’m not quite sure
What I come in each day for
I use the school library
As my private sanctuary
Students are extremely wary
To enter its front door
No one likes to learn more
Than what’s truly necessary
My life is truly ordinary
In a job that’s stationery
I find it hard to score
Their tests while they snore
But our future was imaginary
As strongly as we both did care he
Acted quite the contrary
There won’t be an encore
It can’t be like before
Our time wasn’t perfect
We may not have endured
I’ve been given time to reflect
We could not be cured
We would have lasted longer
But in the end I am stronger
I don’t choose you
I choose me
The me that someday, one day
I will be
I know now it was for the best
To give up all the rest
Of what we would have eventually become
I’m done
I’m through wallowing inside
I’m done
I’m through swallowing my pride
I’m one
It’s true, there’s so much I’ve denied
Thinking I was only half of two
Thinking me alone won’t do
I’m done
Wishing on each star
I’m done
Wondering where you are
Someone
Left the door ajar
I finally have the strength to close it
He’s in the dark, but it’s me who knows it
From September till May
I try my best
Point my kids the right way
To pass life’s test
I remember the day
We were laid to rest
No matter what I’d say
Your heart went west
But now,
I’m done missing you
And all your extremes
I’m done kissing you
In all of my dreams
Preparing bliss with you
Us as husband and wife
Sharing this with you
A simple, planned out life
It’s finally clear
There’s no excuse
They need me here
I have a use
My heart can reappear
From its recluse
I veered to interfere
With my own abuse
I now know I’m not mistaken
To forsake the road not taken
It’s not too late
To redirect my fate
You’re not the only one who directs
I look forward to what’s next
It's FIVE YEARS AFTER GRADUATION - about eight years since we left off at the end of Act I. Kathleen returns to her old high school and becomes a teacher. It’s been years since she’s heard from Damien. She reflects on where she is now in her life and maybe it was all for the best.
Done
KATHLEEN:
When I’m feeling more than blue
I recall this little speech:
Those who can, do
Those who can’t, teach
In my day I was a knockout
Back then I knew the game
I had it figured out
But now - it’s not the same
I’m at the head of the class
A view I’ve never seen
In school I’d barely pass
I was a preoccupied teen
More interested in looks
Than A Tale Of Two Cities
Never flipped through my books
Never joined the school committees
My priorities moronic
Now I think it’s quite ironic
I’m a hypocritical preacher
But kids listen cause I’m the teacher
I can’t say that it’s not scary
As I pause for a momentary
Breath sometimes; I’m very
Certain that I’m not quite sure
What I come in each day for
I use the school library
As my private sanctuary
Students are extremely wary
To enter its front door
No one likes to learn more
Than what’s truly necessary
My life is truly ordinary
In a job that’s stationery
I find it hard to score
Their tests while they snore
But our future was imaginary
As strongly as we both did care he
Acted quite the contrary
There won’t be an encore
It can’t be like before
Our time wasn’t perfect
We may not have endured
I’ve been given time to reflect
We could not be cured
We would have lasted longer
But in the end I am stronger
I don’t choose you
I choose me
The me that someday, one day
I will be
I know now it was for the best
To give up all the rest
Of what we would have eventually become
I’m done
I’m through wallowing inside
I’m done
I’m through swallowing my pride
I’m one
It’s true, there’s so much I’ve denied
Thinking I was only half of two
Thinking me alone won’t do
I’m done
Wishing on each star
I’m done
Wondering where you are
Someone
Left the door ajar
I finally have the strength to close it
He’s in the dark, but it’s me who knows it
From September till May
I try my best
Point my kids the right way
To pass life’s test
I remember the day
We were laid to rest
No matter what I’d say
Your heart went west
But now,
I’m done missing you
And all your extremes
I’m done kissing you
In all of my dreams
Preparing bliss with you
Us as husband and wife
Sharing this with you
A simple, planned out life
It’s finally clear
There’s no excuse
They need me here
I have a use
My heart can reappear
From its recluse
I veered to interfere
With my own abuse
I now know I’m not mistaken
To forsake the road not taken
It’s not too late
To redirect my fate
You’re not the only one who directs
I look forward to what’s next
Choices
Damien gets hired to be a production assistant on a film shooting in Los Angeles and he chooses to leave school - and Kathleen. Kathleen tries to get him to stay but fails at convincing him.
Choices
DAMIEN:
I choose my art
I don’t choose you
We’ll live apart
And I’ll lose you
Life is give and take
But mostly give
I’m not making a mistake
It’s how I chose -
--Choose -- to live
This is what I want
This is who I have to be
You are who I love
But more so,
I have to love me
I have to listen to my past
Can’t change my mind so fast
We’ll always have what we had
Our memories can last
KATHLEEN:
Say “have”, not “had”
We’re not yet past tense
I’m not just a passing fad
Stop making so much sense
Don’t listen to your art
It’s only there to flaunt
Just listen to your heart
It will tell you what you want
It will tell you what you really need
Only love and companionship
Not fame to succeed
Finish what you started
We can’t end this way
I won’t accept us parted
Tell me that you’ll stay
What about your degree?
Wasn’t that one mission?
What about me?
Aren’t I part of the decision?
DAMIEN:
I am this
And you are you
We have connected
But we remain two
We each have to follow our destiny
Where we individually belong
Whether or not you can agree
I’m choosing for us
I’m choosing for me
You’ll see
I know I’m not wrong
KATHLEEN:
How can you be so certain?
Don’t you wonder what else is there
What’s behind another curtain?
What’s down another path?
Stop staring straight ahead
There’s life underneath and up above
Our lives are not math
There are no set solutions
Logic has no business being mixed with love
DAMIEN:
I’ve become a man
This is how I’ve grown
I can’t change my plan
It’s all I’ve ever known
I am only human
And I don’t want to change
I only play to win
And I can’t rearrange
My life for another
I got here on my own
I’ll go through it alone
We’ll always remember each other
KATHLEEN:
You’re not yet a man
You are still a boy
You say you’ve set your plan
But will it bring you joy
Like I can?
I have things you can use
Let me be your muse
Why doesn’t happiness inspire art like sadness does
Why can’t it stay how it was
How it is—
DAMIEN: (with KATHLEEN)
Goodbye, Kathy
It seems sad
Don’t stay mad
Don’t think I don’t give a damn
But I’m packing up
And ready to move
And ready to prove who I am
KATHLEEN: (with DAMIEN)
Damien, no -
I won’t let you go
We can’t end this way
Tell me that you’ll stay
You can’t change me and leave
Changed all I believe
I no longer know who I am
Choices
DAMIEN:
I choose my art
I don’t choose you
We’ll live apart
And I’ll lose you
Life is give and take
But mostly give
I’m not making a mistake
It’s how I chose -
--Choose -- to live
This is what I want
This is who I have to be
You are who I love
But more so,
I have to love me
I have to listen to my past
Can’t change my mind so fast
We’ll always have what we had
Our memories can last
KATHLEEN:
Say “have”, not “had”
We’re not yet past tense
I’m not just a passing fad
Stop making so much sense
Don’t listen to your art
It’s only there to flaunt
Just listen to your heart
It will tell you what you want
It will tell you what you really need
Only love and companionship
Not fame to succeed
Finish what you started
We can’t end this way
I won’t accept us parted
Tell me that you’ll stay
What about your degree?
Wasn’t that one mission?
What about me?
Aren’t I part of the decision?
DAMIEN:
I am this
And you are you
We have connected
But we remain two
We each have to follow our destiny
Where we individually belong
Whether or not you can agree
I’m choosing for us
I’m choosing for me
You’ll see
I know I’m not wrong
KATHLEEN:
How can you be so certain?
Don’t you wonder what else is there
What’s behind another curtain?
What’s down another path?
Stop staring straight ahead
There’s life underneath and up above
Our lives are not math
There are no set solutions
Logic has no business being mixed with love
DAMIEN:
I’ve become a man
This is how I’ve grown
I can’t change my plan
It’s all I’ve ever known
I am only human
And I don’t want to change
I only play to win
And I can’t rearrange
My life for another
I got here on my own
I’ll go through it alone
We’ll always remember each other
KATHLEEN:
You’re not yet a man
You are still a boy
You say you’ve set your plan
But will it bring you joy
Like I can?
I have things you can use
Let me be your muse
Why doesn’t happiness inspire art like sadness does
Why can’t it stay how it was
How it is—
DAMIEN: (with KATHLEEN)
Goodbye, Kathy
It seems sad
Don’t stay mad
Don’t think I don’t give a damn
But I’m packing up
And ready to move
And ready to prove who I am
KATHLEEN: (with DAMIEN)
Damien, no -
I won’t let you go
We can’t end this way
Tell me that you’ll stay
You can’t change me and leave
Changed all I believe
I no longer know who I am
Dust
Dust
Our names are just words
Covered by dust
Just like that old thing
That relationship
Been neglected for seven months
Sitting all alone
With pictures of us
Wondering what you're doing
What schemes you must be brewing
While our meaningless pictures are gathering dust
Today I wore your ring
And I wore with it your kisses
And all the nice things you ever said to me
There were five months on my finger
I couldn't resist it
And the street at dusk where you gave it to me
I wore you, too
it fit so nicely
and looked so shiny
and the cubic zirconia was diamond
I don't want to take you off again
I wore this anachronism
With my masochism recollecting us
Now it's only lonely back in its box
Collecting dust
Once I had kissed you
But maybe I dreamt it
What if I had
But I never had meant it?
Maybe it was love
Maybe it was lust
But all those words
And all those thoughts
Have been scraped off the wall
And flutter through the air
And fall across my face
Like dust
Our names are just words
Covered by dust
Just like that old thing
That relationship
Been neglected for seven months
Sitting all alone
With pictures of us
Wondering what you're doing
What schemes you must be brewing
While our meaningless pictures are gathering dust
Today I wore your ring
And I wore with it your kisses
And all the nice things you ever said to me
There were five months on my finger
I couldn't resist it
And the street at dusk where you gave it to me
I wore you, too
it fit so nicely
and looked so shiny
and the cubic zirconia was diamond
I don't want to take you off again
I wore this anachronism
With my masochism recollecting us
Now it's only lonely back in its box
Collecting dust
Once I had kissed you
But maybe I dreamt it
What if I had
But I never had meant it?
Maybe it was love
Maybe it was lust
But all those words
And all those thoughts
Have been scraped off the wall
And flutter through the air
And fall across my face
Like dust
Sublime
this is the only song from my musical (Abbey sings it in Act 2) that I think can stand by itself without the plot getting in the way. I'm posting the "rockstar" version (aka the version where the rhyme schemes are a little bit more lax... in my musical I make sure every rhyme is PERFECT. cause i'm like that. sondheim would want it that way.)
Sublime
In the beginning, abusing
Was an unknown disgrace
They say it’s sinning I’m choosing
But it takes me out of this place
Neither winning nor losing
I’m not in the race
Gives me a different body
Gives me a different face
One that’s thinning and bruising
And slightly erased
Maybe you wouldn’t
But I would, and I do
Maybe I shouldn’t
It feels good, it’s so true
It’s not as bad as what they told me in school
They forgot to mention it makes you look cool
I’m not hurting anyone
I wanted to have fun
It’s been awhile
But I’m not done
I’ve wasted so much time
What I taste now is sublime
I’m over ending conversations with “no thanks”
Finally enjoying my time here on Earth
I’m through climbing society’s ranks
No longer concerned with how much I’m worth
It’s a blessed gift
Being able to drift
I’m not hurting anyone
I’ve never had such fun
I’m finally in style
No longer number one
I’ve wasted so much time
What I taste now is sublime
Cure all my social ills
With a palm of purple pills to devour
You don’t need special skills
That pay the bills
When it’s the thrills that fills each hour
Don’t need a life of frills
With the power spills that the pills fulfill
I’m exploring my endorphins
It’s the comedown that kills
People pick their vices
Mine’s not such a crisis
I’m disappointing everyone
Well – everyone but one
Only I can smile
While I come undone
I’ve wasted so much time
What I taste now is sublime
So I’m broke, living day by day
A line of coke, a song to play
I’m not a joke
I’m not what they say
I won’t provoke you to live this way
But I made my own deal
For me it’s ideal
If you don’t feel
Your life can’t waste away
So leave me alone
Forget all I’ve known
I don’t need it anymore
And I don’t need repairing
I’m better than before
I truly like not caring
It’s finally my time
To sit back, relax and feel sublime
Sublime
In the beginning, abusing
Was an unknown disgrace
They say it’s sinning I’m choosing
But it takes me out of this place
Neither winning nor losing
I’m not in the race
Gives me a different body
Gives me a different face
One that’s thinning and bruising
And slightly erased
Maybe you wouldn’t
But I would, and I do
Maybe I shouldn’t
It feels good, it’s so true
It’s not as bad as what they told me in school
They forgot to mention it makes you look cool
I’m not hurting anyone
I wanted to have fun
It’s been awhile
But I’m not done
I’ve wasted so much time
What I taste now is sublime
I’m over ending conversations with “no thanks”
Finally enjoying my time here on Earth
I’m through climbing society’s ranks
No longer concerned with how much I’m worth
It’s a blessed gift
Being able to drift
I’m not hurting anyone
I’ve never had such fun
I’m finally in style
No longer number one
I’ve wasted so much time
What I taste now is sublime
Cure all my social ills
With a palm of purple pills to devour
You don’t need special skills
That pay the bills
When it’s the thrills that fills each hour
Don’t need a life of frills
With the power spills that the pills fulfill
I’m exploring my endorphins
It’s the comedown that kills
People pick their vices
Mine’s not such a crisis
I’m disappointing everyone
Well – everyone but one
Only I can smile
While I come undone
I’ve wasted so much time
What I taste now is sublime
So I’m broke, living day by day
A line of coke, a song to play
I’m not a joke
I’m not what they say
I won’t provoke you to live this way
But I made my own deal
For me it’s ideal
If you don’t feel
Your life can’t waste away
So leave me alone
Forget all I’ve known
I don’t need it anymore
And I don’t need repairing
I’m better than before
I truly like not caring
It’s finally my time
To sit back, relax and feel sublime
Black Is The New Black
Black Is the New Black
How surprisingly silencing this loneliness can be
With company built in, attached just for me
Who always stays for dinner
And always stays the night in bed
A trust that’s not delivered
By those you’d rather be with instead
I’m in love with my doppelganger
My opposite, myself
Black to my red
Back in my bed
Both comfortable in night
Same problems, same history
Same music, same misery
Half a person on the same left side
Searching for what’s right
How were you a stranger?
You’re my troubled doppelganger
Spaghetti hugs barely hanging on
Slipping off once they’re on
Wrapped around without squeezing
Without making a dent in my clothing
Never fully pleasing
And you’re already releasing
I’m in love with my doppelganger
My opposite, myself
Black to my red
Back in my bed
Both comfortable in night
Same problems, same history
Same music, same misery
Half a person on the same left side
Searching for what’s right
How were you a stranger?
You’re my troubled doppelganger
Blood, sweat and tears all come from the same place
Blood, sweat and tears are running down your face
I should turn and give up, I know you're wrong
Instead I turn the volume up on your siren song
We can't fix each other
We both were made to break
Our baggage piled, smothered
I want to live with this mistake
I’m in love with my doppelganger
My opposite, myself
Black to my red
Back in my bed
Both comfortable in night
Same problems, same history
Same music, same misery
Half a person on the same left side
Searching for what’s right
How surprisingly silencing this loneliness can be
With company built in, attached just for me
Who always stays for dinner
And always stays the night in bed
A trust that’s not delivered
By those you’d rather be with instead
I’m in love with my doppelganger
My opposite, myself
Black to my red
Back in my bed
Both comfortable in night
Same problems, same history
Same music, same misery
Half a person on the same left side
Searching for what’s right
How were you a stranger?
You’re my troubled doppelganger
Spaghetti hugs barely hanging on
Slipping off once they’re on
Wrapped around without squeezing
Without making a dent in my clothing
Never fully pleasing
And you’re already releasing
I’m in love with my doppelganger
My opposite, myself
Black to my red
Back in my bed
Both comfortable in night
Same problems, same history
Same music, same misery
Half a person on the same left side
Searching for what’s right
How were you a stranger?
You’re my troubled doppelganger
Blood, sweat and tears all come from the same place
Blood, sweat and tears are running down your face
I should turn and give up, I know you're wrong
Instead I turn the volume up on your siren song
We can't fix each other
We both were made to break
Our baggage piled, smothered
I want to live with this mistake
I’m in love with my doppelganger
My opposite, myself
Black to my red
Back in my bed
Both comfortable in night
Same problems, same history
Same music, same misery
Half a person on the same left side
Searching for what’s right
Friday, December 8, 2006
Damien, King of Filmmakers
autobiography alert!!! (sorta - I have better taste in movies than Damien)
Damien gets the chance to quit school and move to LA to work on a film. He has to choose between his two loves - Kathleen and film. In this song, he reflects on why he wants to be a filmmaker.
Damien, King of Filmmakers
DAMIEN:
Damien, King of Filmmakers
You’re going to make us so proud
The quiet won’t try it
Besides they’re all fakers
And your voice is too loud
As it has been since birth
Now you’ve been allowed
To wow the huge crowd
At the film center of the Earth
When I was eight
I saw Woody Allen and Diane Keaton
Go on their date
Even that young I could appreciate
The movie’s broad humor
On the sex I was lost
But at any cost
Puberty did strike me much sooner
Damien, the early bloomer
When I was ten
I devoured mafia movies over and over again
All I watched was R-rated
Which my mom greatly hated
She stated
They’ll corrupt her little boy’s purity
I’m convinced they formed my maturity
Just don’t ask the girls that I’ve dated
They got to know me – then quickly vacated
Take this one girl I once took out--
We go to a film about an asteroid
I look over at her and she just looks annoyed
A day after our date she starts to avoid
My call
My lovelife practically destroyed
The only thing that fills the void
Is photographed pictures on celluloid
That’s all
Westerns, satires,
Spies and vampires
Any genre inspires
My need to create
Visual pictures that everyone knows
Holding on for dear life on a President’s nose
I’m ready for the unsteady life that I chose
So who needs a date?
Then there came you
What am I going to do?
Kathleen, Kathleen, the former prom queen…
To acquire what you desire
It’s required to put your entire
Life on the wire
It’s you, Kathy, and film that I love
It’s A or B or none of the above
How can I choose?
With either option I lose
Why can’t I find answers in my cinematic recollections?
Or my DVD collections?
The movies keep bringing me lifetime epiphanies
Dreams I have no choice but to chase
I want a Naked Lunch and Breakfast at Tiffany’s
While an ape throws a bone into space
A casual shower punctuated with a knife
Or a bicycle flying up over the moon
That’s how I want you to remember my life
I want success and I want it soon
The joy I’ve found with you, Kathy
Has been more romantic than Casablanca
For that, I have to thank ya
But a house, our kids
Playing on the floor
Dinner always served at five
I’ll never stop writing
I’ll never stop fighting
For something more
To make me alive
My reel flowing through a projector
Oh, I could finally kiss
This humdrum, standard, simple life away
The day
I'm honored the Year's Best Director!
My ultimate in bliss!
Every day would be Halloween
Staring at my giant name on the screen
One day I’ll be one of those faces
That the mass public fully embraces
A sip of champagne
Today’s Citizen Kane!
And my past life of common routine
It erases.
What I know for sure
I’m no amateur
I’m Damien
King of Filmmakers
And a king does not detour
I cannot be deterred
By potential sad farewells
I have to be heard
I’m the next Orson Welles!
Damien gets the chance to quit school and move to LA to work on a film. He has to choose between his two loves - Kathleen and film. In this song, he reflects on why he wants to be a filmmaker.
Damien, King of Filmmakers
DAMIEN:
Damien, King of Filmmakers
You’re going to make us so proud
The quiet won’t try it
Besides they’re all fakers
And your voice is too loud
As it has been since birth
Now you’ve been allowed
To wow the huge crowd
At the film center of the Earth
When I was eight
I saw Woody Allen and Diane Keaton
Go on their date
Even that young I could appreciate
The movie’s broad humor
On the sex I was lost
But at any cost
Puberty did strike me much sooner
Damien, the early bloomer
When I was ten
I devoured mafia movies over and over again
All I watched was R-rated
Which my mom greatly hated
She stated
They’ll corrupt her little boy’s purity
I’m convinced they formed my maturity
Just don’t ask the girls that I’ve dated
They got to know me – then quickly vacated
Take this one girl I once took out--
We go to a film about an asteroid
I look over at her and she just looks annoyed
A day after our date she starts to avoid
My call
My lovelife practically destroyed
The only thing that fills the void
Is photographed pictures on celluloid
That’s all
Westerns, satires,
Spies and vampires
Any genre inspires
My need to create
Visual pictures that everyone knows
Holding on for dear life on a President’s nose
I’m ready for the unsteady life that I chose
So who needs a date?
Then there came you
What am I going to do?
Kathleen, Kathleen, the former prom queen…
To acquire what you desire
It’s required to put your entire
Life on the wire
It’s you, Kathy, and film that I love
It’s A or B or none of the above
How can I choose?
With either option I lose
Why can’t I find answers in my cinematic recollections?
Or my DVD collections?
The movies keep bringing me lifetime epiphanies
Dreams I have no choice but to chase
I want a Naked Lunch and Breakfast at Tiffany’s
While an ape throws a bone into space
A casual shower punctuated with a knife
Or a bicycle flying up over the moon
That’s how I want you to remember my life
I want success and I want it soon
The joy I’ve found with you, Kathy
Has been more romantic than Casablanca
For that, I have to thank ya
But a house, our kids
Playing on the floor
Dinner always served at five
I’ll never stop writing
I’ll never stop fighting
For something more
To make me alive
My reel flowing through a projector
Oh, I could finally kiss
This humdrum, standard, simple life away
The day
I'm honored the Year's Best Director!
My ultimate in bliss!
Every day would be Halloween
Staring at my giant name on the screen
One day I’ll be one of those faces
That the mass public fully embraces
A sip of champagne
Today’s Citizen Kane!
And my past life of common routine
It erases.
What I know for sure
I’m no amateur
I’m Damien
King of Filmmakers
And a king does not detour
I cannot be deterred
By potential sad farewells
I have to be heard
I’m the next Orson Welles!
The Zoo
The Zoo
We had the whole weekend planned from the start
That night when I foolishly handed you my heart
You and me on our own
Camping overnight at the zoo
I couldn't have known
That's when we'd be through
It was a fight about a fight
Where no one could be awarded right
Your torrid might unexpectedly exploded
Accusatory finger thrown in my face, in fear
Held at gunpoint, your insults were loaded
Wish I could be replaced anyplace but here
Blamed my drama on being American
You probly can't remember, but I still can
In our pitched tent
Inside you went
As you took me from above
We made something in that tent
It no longer was love
Just a mess
I redressed
Cried alone in the bathroom stall
When I came back
You reacted
Like the whole scene was redacted
Like nothing had happened at all
I suppressed
Hid my tears in a cough
We kept going, but really
That's when I called it all off
A zoo is for families
Children and parents
They can spot out fallacies
And ours was apparent
The animals were joyous
They watched as you destroyed us
Thought I mattered more to you
But what's a girl to do
Shattered at the zoo
I waited for your apology
But when you spoke
You proposed to me
As a joke
I would have said okay
If only you meant it
I'm your three-month holiday
But that's not how I spent it
I guess I was delerious
To believe that we were serious
At least I was for you
But what's a girl to do
Engaged in rage
While trapped in a cage at the zoo
You and me, we were doomed from the start
I regret, can't forget, should have rolled up the heart
Safety-pinned to my sleeve
When I woke up next to you
I wish I didn't leave
Before I spoke up to you
I'm left to bereave
Train myself to believe
We broke up at the zoo
We broke up at the zoo
We broke up at the zoo
We had the whole weekend planned from the start
That night when I foolishly handed you my heart
You and me on our own
Camping overnight at the zoo
I couldn't have known
That's when we'd be through
It was a fight about a fight
Where no one could be awarded right
Your torrid might unexpectedly exploded
Accusatory finger thrown in my face, in fear
Held at gunpoint, your insults were loaded
Wish I could be replaced anyplace but here
Blamed my drama on being American
You probly can't remember, but I still can
In our pitched tent
Inside you went
As you took me from above
We made something in that tent
It no longer was love
Just a mess
I redressed
Cried alone in the bathroom stall
When I came back
You reacted
Like the whole scene was redacted
Like nothing had happened at all
I suppressed
Hid my tears in a cough
We kept going, but really
That's when I called it all off
A zoo is for families
Children and parents
They can spot out fallacies
And ours was apparent
The animals were joyous
They watched as you destroyed us
Thought I mattered more to you
But what's a girl to do
Shattered at the zoo
I waited for your apology
But when you spoke
You proposed to me
As a joke
I would have said okay
If only you meant it
I'm your three-month holiday
But that's not how I spent it
I guess I was delerious
To believe that we were serious
At least I was for you
But what's a girl to do
Engaged in rage
While trapped in a cage at the zoo
You and me, we were doomed from the start
I regret, can't forget, should have rolled up the heart
Safety-pinned to my sleeve
When I woke up next to you
I wish I didn't leave
Before I spoke up to you
I'm left to bereave
Train myself to believe
We broke up at the zoo
We broke up at the zoo
We broke up at the zoo
Thursday, December 7, 2006
Home for Thanksgiving
this song was pretty boring when I first started it. Then it became epic with the addition of one story element (her dad) and it took on a life of its own. I'm very proud of it.
Abbey has yet to break into any social groups in college – she mostly keeps to herself, out of fear for what drugs, boys and alcohol might bring upon her potential. She misses home and wants to transfer to a school closer to her mother. She tries to bring this up during Thanksgiving dinner but no one listens to her. Abbey also discusses her father’s absence at Thanksgiving and in her life.
Home For Thanksgiving
ABBEY:
I’m home for Thanksgiving
And I’m thankful for that
Windchimes in the window
Being pawed by our cat
The bedroom, my toys I’ve kept since birth
Distance forces you to realize a true home’s worth
I sit and I stare
At my baby photos on the wall
So young and naive
I haven’t changed at all
I miss my home’s warmth and familiarity
Comfort has become something of a rarity
But trust me--
Thanksgiving isn’t for a beginner!
I sit down with my family for dinner
My aunt says – I thought you’d get thinner
Uncle Todd asks if I’m getting taller
Like a toddler he hands me a dollar
Because, I quote, “You’re an excellent scholar”
My cousins pry if I’ve got a guy
Gramma wonders why I’m so shy
I feel I’m about to cry
Or develop a syndrome
I want to hide
They never let me be
The maternal side
Of my extended family
But even so
Inside I know
I’m back home
Truly home
The table is full, the cider poured
I clasp my hands and say grace
As my cousins kick me, already bored
I strain to remember his face
I always notice the empty chair
At the end of the table
Daddy would be sitting there
If he were able
Daddy drank
Every night mother would find
Daddy’s breath stank
He said he needed to unwind
From a long day at work
Mother was always attracted to danger
But he stopped being kind
He changed into a jerk
He became a complete stranger
Then she changed her mind
Drinking wasn’t a quirk
He used it to exchange her
Gramma passes me a yam
I wonder if Daddy knows who I am
Daddy didn’t get an education
Daddy gambled his life at the racetrack
Daddy lived life like one long vacation
And he never came back
Daddy forgot he had a child and wife
But don’t we all sometimes need a break from life?
That shouldn’t make you a sinner
But that’s why he’s not here at Thanksgiving dinner
I mumble for the sweet potato
Nobody hears me – it’s the status quo
So – where did he go?
Mom’s family didn’t like him, he’s gone and they’re glad
But what if I’m like him? He was my dad
For a little bit
The only one that I got
But mom got hit
And then he split
I barely knew him
But I have to admit
Unfit or not
I’m sad that he quit
He’s missed a lot
I tell my mother
I passed my chemistry test
She passes me a turkey breast
There’s no room for surprise
When you’re always awarded first prize
Perfect to a fault
She passes me the salt
Mother
Thank you for the loan
I couldn’t do it on my own
And thank you for all that you’ve done while I’ve grown
Mother
Don’t you miss our girl’s days out?
Don’t you miss our heart to hearts?
College is this impersonal machine
And I don’t have the parts
It’s not that I don’t love it
Everyone’s quite nice
I just feel I’m above it
I’ve been lonely once or twice
It’s so far away
So, what do you say
I transfer somewhere near?
I could get a PHD just as easily
I’d only lose a year
I think she thinks I’m bluffing
She passes me the stuffing
Abbey, don’t be dumb
You chose to be farther away
Don’t act like a bum
Just like your father did each day
We don’t give up
We stick with what’s essential
You have to work to live up
To your full potential
Only failure’s shed tears
Do what I said
It’s only four years
Not counting pre-med
I look down at my plate
Unable to communicate
I don’t notice the food I’m chewing
I keep wondering what Daddy is doing
Is he warm where he is?
Does he know that I’m his?
Or has he forgotten my face, too?
Does he have a new family
One that he likes more?
One that let him be who he is
I hope that he’s happy, wherever he is
Family shouldn’t be a chore
I don’t know how to grieve
I wonder – why did he leave?
Could it be mother?
Did she bring him joy in bed?
Or was a girl too much a bother?
Did he want a boy instead?
Daddy didn’t give me a sister or brother
Daddy didn’t stick around long enough for another
For most of my life it’s just been me and mother
My one memory of him is his heavy arm
Holding a cold beer
I don’t remember him doing any harm
I wish daddy were still here
Daddy couldn’t’ve been that bad
Bad times would still be worth it
To have a dad
But Mother’s not as forgiving
If he only got to know me
He’d tell me to stay
If he hadn’t gone away…
I wish I knew where…if… he was living.
Oh well. Happy Thanksgiving.
Abbey has yet to break into any social groups in college – she mostly keeps to herself, out of fear for what drugs, boys and alcohol might bring upon her potential. She misses home and wants to transfer to a school closer to her mother. She tries to bring this up during Thanksgiving dinner but no one listens to her. Abbey also discusses her father’s absence at Thanksgiving and in her life.
Home For Thanksgiving
ABBEY:
I’m home for Thanksgiving
And I’m thankful for that
Windchimes in the window
Being pawed by our cat
The bedroom, my toys I’ve kept since birth
Distance forces you to realize a true home’s worth
I sit and I stare
At my baby photos on the wall
So young and naive
I haven’t changed at all
I miss my home’s warmth and familiarity
Comfort has become something of a rarity
But trust me--
Thanksgiving isn’t for a beginner!
I sit down with my family for dinner
My aunt says – I thought you’d get thinner
Uncle Todd asks if I’m getting taller
Like a toddler he hands me a dollar
Because, I quote, “You’re an excellent scholar”
My cousins pry if I’ve got a guy
Gramma wonders why I’m so shy
I feel I’m about to cry
Or develop a syndrome
I want to hide
They never let me be
The maternal side
Of my extended family
But even so
Inside I know
I’m back home
Truly home
The table is full, the cider poured
I clasp my hands and say grace
As my cousins kick me, already bored
I strain to remember his face
I always notice the empty chair
At the end of the table
Daddy would be sitting there
If he were able
Daddy drank
Every night mother would find
Daddy’s breath stank
He said he needed to unwind
From a long day at work
Mother was always attracted to danger
But he stopped being kind
He changed into a jerk
He became a complete stranger
Then she changed her mind
Drinking wasn’t a quirk
He used it to exchange her
Gramma passes me a yam
I wonder if Daddy knows who I am
Daddy didn’t get an education
Daddy gambled his life at the racetrack
Daddy lived life like one long vacation
And he never came back
Daddy forgot he had a child and wife
But don’t we all sometimes need a break from life?
That shouldn’t make you a sinner
But that’s why he’s not here at Thanksgiving dinner
I mumble for the sweet potato
Nobody hears me – it’s the status quo
So – where did he go?
Mom’s family didn’t like him, he’s gone and they’re glad
But what if I’m like him? He was my dad
For a little bit
The only one that I got
But mom got hit
And then he split
I barely knew him
But I have to admit
Unfit or not
I’m sad that he quit
He’s missed a lot
I tell my mother
I passed my chemistry test
She passes me a turkey breast
There’s no room for surprise
When you’re always awarded first prize
Perfect to a fault
She passes me the salt
Mother
Thank you for the loan
I couldn’t do it on my own
And thank you for all that you’ve done while I’ve grown
Mother
Don’t you miss our girl’s days out?
Don’t you miss our heart to hearts?
College is this impersonal machine
And I don’t have the parts
It’s not that I don’t love it
Everyone’s quite nice
I just feel I’m above it
I’ve been lonely once or twice
It’s so far away
So, what do you say
I transfer somewhere near?
I could get a PHD just as easily
I’d only lose a year
I think she thinks I’m bluffing
She passes me the stuffing
Abbey, don’t be dumb
You chose to be farther away
Don’t act like a bum
Just like your father did each day
We don’t give up
We stick with what’s essential
You have to work to live up
To your full potential
Only failure’s shed tears
Do what I said
It’s only four years
Not counting pre-med
I look down at my plate
Unable to communicate
I don’t notice the food I’m chewing
I keep wondering what Daddy is doing
Is he warm where he is?
Does he know that I’m his?
Or has he forgotten my face, too?
Does he have a new family
One that he likes more?
One that let him be who he is
I hope that he’s happy, wherever he is
Family shouldn’t be a chore
I don’t know how to grieve
I wonder – why did he leave?
Could it be mother?
Did she bring him joy in bed?
Or was a girl too much a bother?
Did he want a boy instead?
Daddy didn’t give me a sister or brother
Daddy didn’t stick around long enough for another
For most of my life it’s just been me and mother
My one memory of him is his heavy arm
Holding a cold beer
I don’t remember him doing any harm
I wish daddy were still here
Daddy couldn’t’ve been that bad
Bad times would still be worth it
To have a dad
But Mother’s not as forgiving
If he only got to know me
He’d tell me to stay
If he hadn’t gone away…
I wish I knew where…if… he was living.
Oh well. Happy Thanksgiving.
Should
Should
Should have ripped you off quickly like a band aid
It would have hurt but then you'd be gone
Instead you're coming off slowly, unfolding
The scar you made
Thought it was a scratch but it's been much too long
Should have accepted this was coming
How do you prepare for someone you don't know you'd meet?
I'm diseased with resentment, the present
Is numbing
There's no use for it now, should have kept the reciept
If I don't learn from our relationship
I'm bound to repeat it
I hope the next one I have sticks
Around long enough to complete it
You've got me upset to my stomach
with our memories, but what of it
I've got rope burn holding onto the good
Why's it so easy for you when I'm quesy?
Stuck on if I should
Let you forget you
And me
Never thought you would
Should have learned the etiquette
The ex rules, standard break-up laws
There's no compromise, the lies
That there's a right way to end it
I heard it all in your dramatic pause
If I don't learn from our relationship
I'm bound to repeat it
I hope the next one I have sticks
Around long enough to complete it
You've got me upset to my stomach
with our memories, but what of it
I've got rope burn holding onto the good
Why's it so easy for you when I'm quesy?
Stuck on if I should
Let you forget you
And me
Never thought you would
My heart attack's
Your hiccup
You give up
And don't look back
Should have done a lot of things
Even my hindsight's blurred
Refill the prescription, it's fiction
That we were pulling the strings
No matter what happened we could not be cured
You've got me upset to my stomach
with our memories, but what of it
I've got rope burn holding onto the good
Why's it so easy for you when I'm quesy?
Stuck on if I should
Let you forget you
And me
Never thought you would
Should have ripped you off quickly like a band aid
It would have hurt but then you'd be gone
Instead you're coming off slowly, unfolding
The scar you made
Thought it was a scratch but it's been much too long
Should have accepted this was coming
How do you prepare for someone you don't know you'd meet?
I'm diseased with resentment, the present
Is numbing
There's no use for it now, should have kept the reciept
If I don't learn from our relationship
I'm bound to repeat it
I hope the next one I have sticks
Around long enough to complete it
You've got me upset to my stomach
with our memories, but what of it
I've got rope burn holding onto the good
Why's it so easy for you when I'm quesy?
Stuck on if I should
Let you forget you
And me
Never thought you would
Should have learned the etiquette
The ex rules, standard break-up laws
There's no compromise, the lies
That there's a right way to end it
I heard it all in your dramatic pause
If I don't learn from our relationship
I'm bound to repeat it
I hope the next one I have sticks
Around long enough to complete it
You've got me upset to my stomach
with our memories, but what of it
I've got rope burn holding onto the good
Why's it so easy for you when I'm quesy?
Stuck on if I should
Let you forget you
And me
Never thought you would
My heart attack's
Your hiccup
You give up
And don't look back
Should have done a lot of things
Even my hindsight's blurred
Refill the prescription, it's fiction
That we were pulling the strings
No matter what happened we could not be cured
You've got me upset to my stomach
with our memories, but what of it
I've got rope burn holding onto the good
Why's it so easy for you when I'm quesy?
Stuck on if I should
Let you forget you
And me
Never thought you would
Wednesday, December 6, 2006
A Little Romance
Musical quartet alert!!!
Damien and Kathleen start dating – this is the first real, loving relationship Kathleen’s ever been in where the guy respects her. This is Damien’s first relationship, period.
Scott gets tons of girls, but there are never any real feelings involved.
Abbey still hasn’t adjusted to social college life.
Everyone's sick in this song - Damien and Kathleen give each other the flu, but take care of one another. Abbey has pnemonia, but no mother around to take care of her - she doesn't know how to survive on her own. Scott drinks too much and parties too much and it starts to take a toll on his health.
A Little Romance
DAMIEN:
A little romance
It makes a nice change
I took a chance
Even that was quite strange
I’m the luckiest guy on earth
To have a girl like Kathleen
She’s my Rita Hayworth
I’m a stud like James Dean
Always keeping it sarcastic
Pretending I’ve a heart of plastic
But now I simply feel fantastic
With this little romance of mine
Everything’s fine
SCOTT:
A little romance
But a lot more lust
Take off your pants
Don’t think, just thrust
You need love to be set free
That’s a bunch of bull
My heart feels empty
But my schedule’s always full
What could be more appealing
Than a girl before you kneeling
Easier than really feeling
And a way to pass the night
Everything’s… alright
KATHLEEN:
A little romance
And sexual tension
Guess I don’t need implants
To get the boys’ attention
I always had a boyfriend
Some of them would cheat
No matter, I’d pretend
My life was complete
The most liked girl in high school
With a guy extremely un-cool
Vulnerable to ridicule
But let my friends stare
I don’t care
ABBEY:
A little romance
Even flirting would suffice
A girl like Kathleen enchants
All I am is “nice”
Men aren’t drawn
To a girl with just a brain
I make myself yawn
All I do now is complain
Who needs love? I’ve got my grade
Eighteen and never disobeyed
Fate as a perpetual bridesmaid
So many worlds left unexplored
I’m bored
ALL:
A little romance
Not a lot, but enough
Thought I was complete
Never messed with the stuff
DAMIEN:
I feel like a king
Transformed from the jester
Got the world on a string
In just half a semester
KATHLEEN:
Thought I knew the words
To every love song
I got it backwards
I had love all wrong
ABBEY:
What I’d give to swap
A life like Kathleen’s
The only guy’s list I top
Every time is the Dean’s
SCOTT:
I’m a real lucky guy
To have all this
I always try to justify
Not having someone to miss
ALL:
I didn’t volunteer
For these heart transplants
What do I do now that it’s here?
This little romance
I once was devout
To circumstance, I swore
But I can't live without
A little romance anymore
Damien and Kathleen start dating – this is the first real, loving relationship Kathleen’s ever been in where the guy respects her. This is Damien’s first relationship, period.
Scott gets tons of girls, but there are never any real feelings involved.
Abbey still hasn’t adjusted to social college life.
Everyone's sick in this song - Damien and Kathleen give each other the flu, but take care of one another. Abbey has pnemonia, but no mother around to take care of her - she doesn't know how to survive on her own. Scott drinks too much and parties too much and it starts to take a toll on his health.
A Little Romance
DAMIEN:
A little romance
It makes a nice change
I took a chance
Even that was quite strange
I’m the luckiest guy on earth
To have a girl like Kathleen
She’s my Rita Hayworth
I’m a stud like James Dean
Always keeping it sarcastic
Pretending I’ve a heart of plastic
But now I simply feel fantastic
With this little romance of mine
Everything’s fine
SCOTT:
A little romance
But a lot more lust
Take off your pants
Don’t think, just thrust
You need love to be set free
That’s a bunch of bull
My heart feels empty
But my schedule’s always full
What could be more appealing
Than a girl before you kneeling
Easier than really feeling
And a way to pass the night
Everything’s… alright
KATHLEEN:
A little romance
And sexual tension
Guess I don’t need implants
To get the boys’ attention
I always had a boyfriend
Some of them would cheat
No matter, I’d pretend
My life was complete
The most liked girl in high school
With a guy extremely un-cool
Vulnerable to ridicule
But let my friends stare
I don’t care
ABBEY:
A little romance
Even flirting would suffice
A girl like Kathleen enchants
All I am is “nice”
Men aren’t drawn
To a girl with just a brain
I make myself yawn
All I do now is complain
Who needs love? I’ve got my grade
Eighteen and never disobeyed
Fate as a perpetual bridesmaid
So many worlds left unexplored
I’m bored
ALL:
A little romance
Not a lot, but enough
Thought I was complete
Never messed with the stuff
DAMIEN:
I feel like a king
Transformed from the jester
Got the world on a string
In just half a semester
KATHLEEN:
Thought I knew the words
To every love song
I got it backwards
I had love all wrong
ABBEY:
What I’d give to swap
A life like Kathleen’s
The only guy’s list I top
Every time is the Dean’s
SCOTT:
I’m a real lucky guy
To have all this
I always try to justify
Not having someone to miss
ALL:
I didn’t volunteer
For these heart transplants
What do I do now that it’s here?
This little romance
I once was devout
To circumstance, I swore
But I can't live without
A little romance anymore
Undeclared
Scott is my favorite character in my musical just because of this song. I've written thirteen songs so far and out of all of those, Scott only has this one and is featured in three others. But this song, I'm very proud of it. It's gotten the best reaction out of all my songs I've ever written. Way to hype it up, huh??
Scott comes from a privileged family who told him he could go anywhere he wanted to go and do whatever he wanted to do. Scott is good looking, popular, a high school sports star, and has no idea what he wants to do in his life. He can't decide on a major, and he spends all his time with his new frat buddies picking up girls and living in the moment.
Undeclared
SCOTT:
I’m undeclared
Unprepared for reality
I don’t know what the world wants from me
What I want from myself
Who is this Scott?
My mother tells me have a good year
My father points to the awards on the shelf
The atmosphere is insincere
They expect a lot
Just take another shot
Drink another beer
Have a good year
FRAT BROTHERS:
Alpha Beta Phi
It’s our friendship and you have to pay your dues
Are you our kinda guy?
One that a sorority chick screws
On us you can rely
For brotherhood and for booze
We don’t even have to try
For the best fraternal reviews
With Alpha Beta Phi
Get our point? You can’t lose
Grab a joint, get high
And choose!
SCOTT:
Could I be satisfied
Classified as this?
I haven’t been denied
Or tried a lot to miss
Out on the field
I can shield what I’m really thinking
I’m quickly healed
That’s what appealed me to drinking
Pot brownies for a meal
FRAT BROTHERS:
Rush!
SCOTT:
The best way to taste the day
FRAT BROTHERS:
Rush!
SCOTT:
If you just don’t feel
FRAT BROTHERS:
Lush!
SCOTT:
Can’t feel your life waste away
FRAT BROTHERS:
Join us!
SCOTT:
Totally numb to what won’t come
Wash it down with gin
You’re ready to begin
FRAT BROTHERS:
Delta Delta Delta
I’ve felt ya, felt ya, felt ya!
A busty Kappa slut
Will bust you out of your rut!
So many houses, so many choices
See-through blouses and sexy voices!
All yours for the taking
Who cares if they’re faking?
In the dark you’ll make your mark!
So make us your first choice!
SCOTT:
Why should I declare now
A future I’m unaware of?
I think it’s awfully rare how
Some people fully swear love
To just one side of their personality
The rest not allowed to show
A major personal fatality
To limit how far you can grow
That can’t be my reality
FRAT BROTHERS:
We can show
You where to go
Do some blow
And you’ll know
You’re our new bro
SCOTT:
Life is waiting, but it can wait
While I score another date
The time is mine to just relax
Keep the books on their bookstacks
Use everything the frat has taught
And that’s a lot
Enjoy what you’ve got
Take another shot
Chug another beer
Have a good year
As Scott
Scott comes from a privileged family who told him he could go anywhere he wanted to go and do whatever he wanted to do. Scott is good looking, popular, a high school sports star, and has no idea what he wants to do in his life. He can't decide on a major, and he spends all his time with his new frat buddies picking up girls and living in the moment.
Undeclared
SCOTT:
I’m undeclared
Unprepared for reality
I don’t know what the world wants from me
What I want from myself
Who is this Scott?
My mother tells me have a good year
My father points to the awards on the shelf
The atmosphere is insincere
They expect a lot
Just take another shot
Drink another beer
Have a good year
FRAT BROTHERS:
Alpha Beta Phi
It’s our friendship and you have to pay your dues
Are you our kinda guy?
One that a sorority chick screws
On us you can rely
For brotherhood and for booze
We don’t even have to try
For the best fraternal reviews
With Alpha Beta Phi
Get our point? You can’t lose
Grab a joint, get high
And choose!
SCOTT:
Could I be satisfied
Classified as this?
I haven’t been denied
Or tried a lot to miss
Out on the field
I can shield what I’m really thinking
I’m quickly healed
That’s what appealed me to drinking
Pot brownies for a meal
FRAT BROTHERS:
Rush!
SCOTT:
The best way to taste the day
FRAT BROTHERS:
Rush!
SCOTT:
If you just don’t feel
FRAT BROTHERS:
Lush!
SCOTT:
Can’t feel your life waste away
FRAT BROTHERS:
Join us!
SCOTT:
Totally numb to what won’t come
Wash it down with gin
You’re ready to begin
FRAT BROTHERS:
Delta Delta Delta
I’ve felt ya, felt ya, felt ya!
A busty Kappa slut
Will bust you out of your rut!
So many houses, so many choices
See-through blouses and sexy voices!
All yours for the taking
Who cares if they’re faking?
In the dark you’ll make your mark!
So make us your first choice!
SCOTT:
Why should I declare now
A future I’m unaware of?
I think it’s awfully rare how
Some people fully swear love
To just one side of their personality
The rest not allowed to show
A major personal fatality
To limit how far you can grow
That can’t be my reality
FRAT BROTHERS:
We can show
You where to go
Do some blow
And you’ll know
You’re our new bro
SCOTT:
Life is waiting, but it can wait
While I score another date
The time is mine to just relax
Keep the books on their bookstacks
Use everything the frat has taught
And that’s a lot
Enjoy what you’ve got
Take another shot
Chug another beer
Have a good year
As Scott
Tuesday, December 5, 2006
The Film Scene
And now we're introduced to Kathleen and Damien:
Damien is majoring in film and prides himself on his creative side. He’s been supported his whole life by friends and family who don’t have the heart to tell him he isn’t a very good filmmaker or writer. The fact that he got into film school makes him believe even more how talented he is. Damien isn’t a loser, but a loner and a film geek. He has to film a scene for class but no one has auditioned for the role all day, except...
Kathleen, a very attractive girl who isn’t the best actress and has also lived a sheltered life free of criticism. She was one of the popular girls in high school, and her main goal in college was to get into a sorority. She wasn’t accepted to any. With nowhere else to go, she decides to become an actress, just because it seems glamorous. She didn’t get into any of the mainstage productions, so she settles for student projects.
The Film Scene
Damien sets up his camera. Kathleen enters.
KATHLEEN:
Are you Damien? I’m Kathleen
I’m here for the scene
I auditioned for the play
But MacBeth is so obscene!
So. Here’s my resume!
he takes it from her and reads it
DAMIEN:
It says here you were... prom queen?
KATHLEEN:
I’ve also done ballet.
DAMIEN:
There’s never been a girl more fit for the screen
Of all the girls I’ve seen today
Let’s just get this out of the way
KATHLEEN:
Okay!
Oh, by the way,
Does this pay?
DAMIEN:
Copy and credit as compensation
For the scene’s duration
KATHLEEN:
Met with much appreciation!
He hands her the script.
DAMIEN:
So – it’s Kathleen, right?
You’re a wife
You hate your husband and hate your life
So you pick up a carving knife
You won’t compromise!
It’s noir, so it takes place at night
Noir – it’s German for “no light”
I’m filming it in black and white
Can you memorize?
I’d also like an actress that cries on cue
He stares at her. Oh. She tries it – badly.
You’ll have to do.
Just sit right there in the chair
It won’t be long - I will direct you
If you do anything wrong then I will correct you.
Okay – I need a big reaction, he just walked in, and—
Action!
Kathleen reads from the script.
KATHLEEN:
Bob – you’ve finally returned
And you’ve got me burned
Don’t you kid me
I’m not just a wife, I’ve got a life
You can’t forbid me
Now you’ve learned
You’ve opened the door that I won’t shut—
Cut!
DAMIEN:
What?
KATHLEEN:
Cut?
DAMIEN:
That’s kind of my job.
KATHLEEN:
Damien, excuse me
I’ve got a problem with Bob.
Does he abuse me?
I’m an awful wife
Am I supposed to stab him with this knife?
It’s a very one sided fight
And can we get some more light?
DAMIEN:
This is how you shoot for noir! Now Bob walks through the door--
KATHLEEN:
But what exactly is my motive?
DAMIEN:
Well – Bob’s robbed you a life you want to live
You refuse to forgive
He’s oafish and mean!
You no longer want him alive!
I’ve got to return this equipment by five
Just read the scene
And memorize
KATHLEEN:
I apologize.
She looks up from script.
Bob, I won’t take it anymore
You hit me and in bed you snore
Sleeping with you is my most dreaded chore
And when you entered that front door
I think of the day I finally swore
I would never live as before
I am woman, hear me roar!
A voice so loud you can’t ignore!
Therefore
This is war!
DAMIEN:
Lightening strikes! It starts to pour!
KATHLEEN:
Excuse me?
DAMIEN:
Narration – for the mood.
KATHLEEN:
It’s awfully rude.
DAMIEN:
Please go on – you’ve got me glued.
KATHLEEN:
I’m sorry, but I have to admit
Who wrote this piece of shit?
DAMIEN:
It’s a scene from my feature – “The Black Widow Creature”
KATHLEEN:
I’m sure one day it’ll be a hit.
But isn’t the writing a bit on the nose?
DAMIEN:
This is how Hollywood goes.
KATHLEEN:
I suppose...
DAMIEN:
Your clothes.
KATHLEEN:
Yes?
DAMIEN:
You’ll have to redress
They’re red and green
Those colors won’t show up on screen
They aren’t right for black and white
KATHLEEN:
Damien – if I may
I know I’ve met you just today
But I think you’re missing the point
The purpose of a movie
Is forcing us to see
Our humanity
We’ve got to believe it
Or your audience will leave it be
So don’t disappoint
Damien, no one would say this
I simply can’t play this
DAMIEN:
Maybe you just can’t act.
KATHLEEN:
That could be true
Or maybe you’re scared of the fact
That your talent’s not all it’s cracked up to be
But just cracked
I know it’s hard to take advice
From a former prom queen
But believe me – I’m being nice
I’d like to help with your scene
Is it that big a sacrifice
To share credit?
DAMIEN:
A little bit.
KATHLEEN:
Don’t let it.
Collaboration helps you grow
Show business is always more “business” than “show”
Now first thing’s first – the title’s gotta go.
Damien is majoring in film and prides himself on his creative side. He’s been supported his whole life by friends and family who don’t have the heart to tell him he isn’t a very good filmmaker or writer. The fact that he got into film school makes him believe even more how talented he is. Damien isn’t a loser, but a loner and a film geek. He has to film a scene for class but no one has auditioned for the role all day, except...
Kathleen, a very attractive girl who isn’t the best actress and has also lived a sheltered life free of criticism. She was one of the popular girls in high school, and her main goal in college was to get into a sorority. She wasn’t accepted to any. With nowhere else to go, she decides to become an actress, just because it seems glamorous. She didn’t get into any of the mainstage productions, so she settles for student projects.
The Film Scene
Damien sets up his camera. Kathleen enters.
KATHLEEN:
Are you Damien? I’m Kathleen
I’m here for the scene
I auditioned for the play
But MacBeth is so obscene!
So. Here’s my resume!
he takes it from her and reads it
DAMIEN:
It says here you were... prom queen?
KATHLEEN:
I’ve also done ballet.
DAMIEN:
There’s never been a girl more fit for the screen
Of all the girls I’ve seen today
Let’s just get this out of the way
KATHLEEN:
Okay!
Oh, by the way,
Does this pay?
DAMIEN:
Copy and credit as compensation
For the scene’s duration
KATHLEEN:
Met with much appreciation!
He hands her the script.
DAMIEN:
So – it’s Kathleen, right?
You’re a wife
You hate your husband and hate your life
So you pick up a carving knife
You won’t compromise!
It’s noir, so it takes place at night
Noir – it’s German for “no light”
I’m filming it in black and white
Can you memorize?
I’d also like an actress that cries on cue
He stares at her. Oh. She tries it – badly.
You’ll have to do.
Just sit right there in the chair
It won’t be long - I will direct you
If you do anything wrong then I will correct you.
Okay – I need a big reaction, he just walked in, and—
Action!
Kathleen reads from the script.
KATHLEEN:
Bob – you’ve finally returned
And you’ve got me burned
Don’t you kid me
I’m not just a wife, I’ve got a life
You can’t forbid me
Now you’ve learned
You’ve opened the door that I won’t shut—
Cut!
DAMIEN:
What?
KATHLEEN:
Cut?
DAMIEN:
That’s kind of my job.
KATHLEEN:
Damien, excuse me
I’ve got a problem with Bob.
Does he abuse me?
I’m an awful wife
Am I supposed to stab him with this knife?
It’s a very one sided fight
And can we get some more light?
DAMIEN:
This is how you shoot for noir! Now Bob walks through the door--
KATHLEEN:
But what exactly is my motive?
DAMIEN:
Well – Bob’s robbed you a life you want to live
You refuse to forgive
He’s oafish and mean!
You no longer want him alive!
I’ve got to return this equipment by five
Just read the scene
And memorize
KATHLEEN:
I apologize.
She looks up from script.
Bob, I won’t take it anymore
You hit me and in bed you snore
Sleeping with you is my most dreaded chore
And when you entered that front door
I think of the day I finally swore
I would never live as before
I am woman, hear me roar!
A voice so loud you can’t ignore!
Therefore
This is war!
DAMIEN:
Lightening strikes! It starts to pour!
KATHLEEN:
Excuse me?
DAMIEN:
Narration – for the mood.
KATHLEEN:
It’s awfully rude.
DAMIEN:
Please go on – you’ve got me glued.
KATHLEEN:
I’m sorry, but I have to admit
Who wrote this piece of shit?
DAMIEN:
It’s a scene from my feature – “The Black Widow Creature”
KATHLEEN:
I’m sure one day it’ll be a hit.
But isn’t the writing a bit on the nose?
DAMIEN:
This is how Hollywood goes.
KATHLEEN:
I suppose...
DAMIEN:
Your clothes.
KATHLEEN:
Yes?
DAMIEN:
You’ll have to redress
They’re red and green
Those colors won’t show up on screen
They aren’t right for black and white
KATHLEEN:
Damien – if I may
I know I’ve met you just today
But I think you’re missing the point
The purpose of a movie
Is forcing us to see
Our humanity
We’ve got to believe it
Or your audience will leave it be
So don’t disappoint
Damien, no one would say this
I simply can’t play this
DAMIEN:
Maybe you just can’t act.
KATHLEEN:
That could be true
Or maybe you’re scared of the fact
That your talent’s not all it’s cracked up to be
But just cracked
I know it’s hard to take advice
From a former prom queen
But believe me – I’m being nice
I’d like to help with your scene
Is it that big a sacrifice
To share credit?
DAMIEN:
A little bit.
KATHLEEN:
Don’t let it.
Collaboration helps you grow
Show business is always more “business” than “show”
Now first thing’s first – the title’s gotta go.
Most Likely To Succeed
introducing Abbey, 1/4 the star of my musical:
Abbey is shy, prude, inexperienced in social settings, and is double-majoring in biology and chemistry. She hasn’t gotten out much and has a very one-sided, naive view of the world, courtesy of her over-protective mother. Her roommate, Kathleen, a more sociable girl, invites her to a frat party that night and asks if she likes to “party”. Abbey doesn't know if she likes to party since she's never done it, but she doesn't want to find out, either.
TRIVIA ALERT! This is the first song I began and finished for the musical, and it's completely based off the first four lines popping into my head one day randomly. Who knew it would steamroll into something a lot more substantial?
Most Likely To Succeed
ABBEY:
I don’t drink
I’d rather think
And my mother tells me liquor kills your smarts
That’s where it starts!
Just one tequila shot
And POOF! You’re onto pot
Then snuff and crack
X as a snack
Strayed way off track
A maniac!
Sound the alarm!
There’s a needle in your arm
Then you’ve spawned a bastard child!
And you tell me “what’s the harm!”
Forgive me if I live my life more mild
No – I’ve never tried, as you’ve implied
Drug abuse has multiplied
I’m not surprised you’re satisfied
Caught in the stampede
And besides
I’m dignified – you see,
I confide – with pride
My senior class voted me
Most Likely to Succeed
My brain is my trophy, on display for all to stare
It’s hidden by a bird’s nest of shy, brunette hair
It always picks the right choice
No cause for much rejoice
I’m predictably prepared for the slightest scare
Boring – some call me boring
But I know there’s more in store for me
I’m not yet the woman I could be
The one my mother tells me I should be
One not worth ignoring
I wouldn’t mind a PHD
My degree will guarantee
Me soaring
So, my scoring’s my identity
But I always get an A
I guess that’s okay
Although a bit stressed
Proving you’re the best on each aptitude test
That’s the kind of mess you’re forced to address
When you’re destined for success
I’m not here for beer
For late nights or for friends
I volunteer to disappear in fear
When a coed wanders near
I’m at a social disadvantage
But it comes with the package
Until this freshman year ends
I know school’s for schooling, and Greek
Boys are tools for fooling the weak
And I’ve already agreed
To these unfair expectations you have to exceed
When you’re likely to succeed
I thought in college, people like me would thrive
Best to my knowledge, it’s where people like me would finally feel alive
But the boys have never flocked
I’ve never been that shocked
I’ve never been much talked about
I can’t see the whole attraction
I avoid the whole distraction
It’s one big chain reaction
With the slightest bit of doubt
No – I’ll never know
And live without
So I don’t drink liquor
And I don’t need weed
I’ll reach my goals quicker
I’m at break-neck speed
I’m picked to succeed!
Abbey is shy, prude, inexperienced in social settings, and is double-majoring in biology and chemistry. She hasn’t gotten out much and has a very one-sided, naive view of the world, courtesy of her over-protective mother. Her roommate, Kathleen, a more sociable girl, invites her to a frat party that night and asks if she likes to “party”. Abbey doesn't know if she likes to party since she's never done it, but she doesn't want to find out, either.
TRIVIA ALERT! This is the first song I began and finished for the musical, and it's completely based off the first four lines popping into my head one day randomly. Who knew it would steamroll into something a lot more substantial?
Most Likely To Succeed
ABBEY:
I don’t drink
I’d rather think
And my mother tells me liquor kills your smarts
That’s where it starts!
Just one tequila shot
And POOF! You’re onto pot
Then snuff and crack
X as a snack
Strayed way off track
A maniac!
Sound the alarm!
There’s a needle in your arm
Then you’ve spawned a bastard child!
And you tell me “what’s the harm!”
Forgive me if I live my life more mild
No – I’ve never tried, as you’ve implied
Drug abuse has multiplied
I’m not surprised you’re satisfied
Caught in the stampede
And besides
I’m dignified – you see,
I confide – with pride
My senior class voted me
Most Likely to Succeed
My brain is my trophy, on display for all to stare
It’s hidden by a bird’s nest of shy, brunette hair
It always picks the right choice
No cause for much rejoice
I’m predictably prepared for the slightest scare
Boring – some call me boring
But I know there’s more in store for me
I’m not yet the woman I could be
The one my mother tells me I should be
One not worth ignoring
I wouldn’t mind a PHD
My degree will guarantee
Me soaring
So, my scoring’s my identity
But I always get an A
I guess that’s okay
Although a bit stressed
Proving you’re the best on each aptitude test
That’s the kind of mess you’re forced to address
When you’re destined for success
I’m not here for beer
For late nights or for friends
I volunteer to disappear in fear
When a coed wanders near
I’m at a social disadvantage
But it comes with the package
Until this freshman year ends
I know school’s for schooling, and Greek
Boys are tools for fooling the weak
And I’ve already agreed
To these unfair expectations you have to exceed
When you’re likely to succeed
I thought in college, people like me would thrive
Best to my knowledge, it’s where people like me would finally feel alive
But the boys have never flocked
I’ve never been that shocked
I’ve never been much talked about
I can’t see the whole attraction
I avoid the whole distraction
It’s one big chain reaction
With the slightest bit of doubt
No – I’ll never know
And live without
So I don’t drink liquor
And I don’t need weed
I’ll reach my goals quicker
I’m at break-neck speed
I’m picked to succeed!
Goodbye
So, to make me even more unemployable, I am a New Yorker living in Los Angeles writing a musical. That's right - I flew to the other side of the country to aspire to be something that New York is excplicitly known for - good theatre. I am forever choosing the scenic route through life.
So here's Song #1 from my musical about how fucked up life is. I mean, about college and real life and how they're nothing like one another.
In this opening song, the four incoming freshman say goodbye to their families and are excited about starting a whole new chapter of their lives.
Goodbye
DAMIEN:
Goodbye mom
Goodbye dad
Goodbye home
It seems sad
A major change in the program
But I’m packing up
And ready to move
Ready to prove who I am
KATHLEEN:
Goodbye mom
Goodbye dad
Say hello to
An undergrad!
I know you’ll miss me a lot
But I’m packing up
And ready to move
Ready to prove what I’ve got
SCOTT:
Goodbye folks
I’ll call ya now and then
I can’t wait to relive
High school over again
But this time there’s no chaperones
Thanks for the cash
But I’ve gotta dash
I’ve got freshman in college hormones!
ABBEY:
Goodbye mom
I’ll call you tonight
I’ll do just as you say
Shake hands, be polite
But I won’t forget my purpose
Maintain a four point o
While inside I know
Nothing could ever usurp us
DAMIEN:
My life has always been defined
With a camera glued to my hand
And a story stuck in my mind
I’ll make them understand
The entertainment industry is calling
Gotta enter, no time to be stalling
ABBEY:
Doctors are always needed
I’ll gladly spend my life helping the sick
So far I’ve always succeeded
But I hope these four years go by quick
I admit in the past I’ve felt smothered
But you’re never too old to be mothered
KATHLEEN:
I’ll be cast as the lead in the play, and then
I’ll be president of my sorority
Making everyone jealous as sin
Will be my main priority
There’s nothing I can’t anticipate
I’ve got my whole life planned out great
SCOTT:
I never cared about school at all
But dad paid, so why not, I’m going
A busted knee, so no chance of football
I’ll focus on those wild oats that need sowing
I’ll ace my anatomy classes
Studying these college girls’ asses!
ABBEY / DAMIEN:
First day of school, today
Is when my genius premieres
I’ve failed everyone unless
I pave my own way
These four important years
Are prologue to success
SCOTT / KATHLEEN:
You’ve taught me all you’ve known
It’s all forgot
Sure you’d disapprove
I’ll learn life on my own
Mistakes are what
It takes to improve
KATHLEEN:
To be the best
DAMIEN:
To be obsessed
ABBEY:
To pass the test
SCOTT:
To take a rest
KATHLEEN:
To impress
DAMIEN:
To express
ABBEY:
To progress
SCOTT:
To repress
KATHLEEN:
To be in control
SCOTT:
To find my soul
ABBEY:
To reach my goal
DAMIEN:
To perfect my art
ALL:
I’m here
SCOTT:
Drum roll!
ALL:
Life can start
So here's Song #1 from my musical about how fucked up life is. I mean, about college and real life and how they're nothing like one another.
In this opening song, the four incoming freshman say goodbye to their families and are excited about starting a whole new chapter of their lives.
Goodbye
DAMIEN:
Goodbye mom
Goodbye dad
Goodbye home
It seems sad
A major change in the program
But I’m packing up
And ready to move
Ready to prove who I am
KATHLEEN:
Goodbye mom
Goodbye dad
Say hello to
An undergrad!
I know you’ll miss me a lot
But I’m packing up
And ready to move
Ready to prove what I’ve got
SCOTT:
Goodbye folks
I’ll call ya now and then
I can’t wait to relive
High school over again
But this time there’s no chaperones
Thanks for the cash
But I’ve gotta dash
I’ve got freshman in college hormones!
ABBEY:
Goodbye mom
I’ll call you tonight
I’ll do just as you say
Shake hands, be polite
But I won’t forget my purpose
Maintain a four point o
While inside I know
Nothing could ever usurp us
DAMIEN:
My life has always been defined
With a camera glued to my hand
And a story stuck in my mind
I’ll make them understand
The entertainment industry is calling
Gotta enter, no time to be stalling
ABBEY:
Doctors are always needed
I’ll gladly spend my life helping the sick
So far I’ve always succeeded
But I hope these four years go by quick
I admit in the past I’ve felt smothered
But you’re never too old to be mothered
KATHLEEN:
I’ll be cast as the lead in the play, and then
I’ll be president of my sorority
Making everyone jealous as sin
Will be my main priority
There’s nothing I can’t anticipate
I’ve got my whole life planned out great
SCOTT:
I never cared about school at all
But dad paid, so why not, I’m going
A busted knee, so no chance of football
I’ll focus on those wild oats that need sowing
I’ll ace my anatomy classes
Studying these college girls’ asses!
ABBEY / DAMIEN:
First day of school, today
Is when my genius premieres
I’ve failed everyone unless
I pave my own way
These four important years
Are prologue to success
SCOTT / KATHLEEN:
You’ve taught me all you’ve known
It’s all forgot
Sure you’d disapprove
I’ll learn life on my own
Mistakes are what
It takes to improve
KATHLEEN:
To be the best
DAMIEN:
To be obsessed
ABBEY:
To pass the test
SCOTT:
To take a rest
KATHLEEN:
To impress
DAMIEN:
To express
ABBEY:
To progress
SCOTT:
To repress
KATHLEEN:
To be in control
SCOTT:
To find my soul
ABBEY:
To reach my goal
DAMIEN:
To perfect my art
ALL:
I’m here
SCOTT:
Drum roll!
ALL:
Life can start
Monday, December 4, 2006
Rebound Girl
Rebound Girl
Rebound girl, rebound girl
We're bound to end sooner or later
Rebound girl, your ex-girl
I sound like her but I can't replace her
Why do I keep trying
From the start we were dying
It's a messed up world
When you met me you found
Your rebound girl
I attract you
Just to distract you
I'll never have you
That's what a time filler does
Can't live up to perfection
Of your nostalgic obsession
I'm a funhouse reflection
Of everything she was
Rebound girl, rebound girl
We're bound to end sooner or later
Rebound girl, your ex-girl
I sound like her but I can't replace her
Why do I keep trying
From the start you were lying
To yourself and to me
She's gone and I'm around
Temporarily
It's my own fault I cared
My own heart's not fully repaired
Though at least I dared
To try it again
Her absence has kept
You completely bereft
And I'm all that's left
I don't need another friend
She gave you a lot
But i'm here and she's not
I'm offering what
You miss every night
You're glad to pretend
That you and her didn't end
While it's me in your bed
Turned off the lights
It's not fair I have to compete
With someone I'll never meet
Who made you complete
Rebound girl, rebound girl
We're bound to end sooner or later
Rebound girl, your ex-girl
I sound like her but I can't replace her
Why do I keep trying
From the start we were dying
It's a messed up world
When you met me you found
Your rebound girl
Rebound girl, rebound girl
We're bound to end sooner or later
Rebound girl, your ex-girl
I sound like her but I can't replace her
Why do I keep trying
From the start we were dying
It's a messed up world
When you met me you found
Your rebound girl
I attract you
Just to distract you
I'll never have you
That's what a time filler does
Can't live up to perfection
Of your nostalgic obsession
I'm a funhouse reflection
Of everything she was
Rebound girl, rebound girl
We're bound to end sooner or later
Rebound girl, your ex-girl
I sound like her but I can't replace her
Why do I keep trying
From the start you were lying
To yourself and to me
She's gone and I'm around
Temporarily
It's my own fault I cared
My own heart's not fully repaired
Though at least I dared
To try it again
Her absence has kept
You completely bereft
And I'm all that's left
I don't need another friend
She gave you a lot
But i'm here and she's not
I'm offering what
You miss every night
You're glad to pretend
That you and her didn't end
While it's me in your bed
Turned off the lights
It's not fair I have to compete
With someone I'll never meet
Who made you complete
Rebound girl, rebound girl
We're bound to end sooner or later
Rebound girl, your ex-girl
I sound like her but I can't replace her
Why do I keep trying
From the start we were dying
It's a messed up world
When you met me you found
Your rebound girl
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Hollywood Is A Great Place To Live... If You're A Grapefruit
Hollywood Is a Great Place to Live… If You're a Grapefruit
Dear boy, you haven't seen the world till you've seen mine
We'll whisky a-go-go where the rum and cokes flow like gallo wine
We'll hablo espanol like we know what we're saying
There's no better place on Earth made for playing
Like Los Angeles
La la la la la la la la Los Angeles
It's always sunny in LA
The riot flames are bright
At Sunset that's when fun begins
The sky is pink at night
Save me from the place of beauty
Traffic jammed with freeways
Gawk at all the pretty cars
We'll walk into the pretty bars
And stalk all of the pretty stars
Talk about a perfect LA day
It could be like this always
In Los Angeles
La la la la la la la la Los Angeles
La la la la la la la la Los Angeles
Fly across the ocean
And land into a motion picture
Leave your simple life behind
There's nothing here that you can't find
It'll be just like a movie
That's my guaranteed solution
It's you and me
and the constant air pollution
I know what you're going to say
It's too far away
From reality
But it's my backyard
It's not that hard
To love LA
Won't you stay
With me
Quit your day job and live with me
In Los Angeles
La la la la la la la Los Angeles
Come meet all my actor friends
La la la la la la la Los Angeles
Where dreams are possibilities
And dreaming never ends
In five hundred years we'll all be drowned
But it's okay
If you're here with me now
In my town
I'm stuck here in Los Angeles
La la la la la la la la Los Angeles
No luck here in Los Angeles
La la la la la la la la Los Angeles
Till I get rich and move far away
Tomorrow's another sunny day
In LA
La la la la la la la la Los Angeles
La la la la la la la love Los Angeles
Dear boy, you haven't seen the world till you've seen mine
We'll whisky a-go-go where the rum and cokes flow like gallo wine
We'll hablo espanol like we know what we're saying
There's no better place on Earth made for playing
Like Los Angeles
La la la la la la la la Los Angeles
It's always sunny in LA
The riot flames are bright
At Sunset that's when fun begins
The sky is pink at night
Save me from the place of beauty
Traffic jammed with freeways
Gawk at all the pretty cars
We'll walk into the pretty bars
And stalk all of the pretty stars
Talk about a perfect LA day
It could be like this always
In Los Angeles
La la la la la la la la Los Angeles
La la la la la la la la Los Angeles
Fly across the ocean
And land into a motion picture
Leave your simple life behind
There's nothing here that you can't find
It'll be just like a movie
That's my guaranteed solution
It's you and me
and the constant air pollution
I know what you're going to say
It's too far away
From reality
But it's my backyard
It's not that hard
To love LA
Won't you stay
With me
Quit your day job and live with me
In Los Angeles
La la la la la la la Los Angeles
Come meet all my actor friends
La la la la la la la Los Angeles
Where dreams are possibilities
And dreaming never ends
In five hundred years we'll all be drowned
But it's okay
If you're here with me now
In my town
I'm stuck here in Los Angeles
La la la la la la la la Los Angeles
No luck here in Los Angeles
La la la la la la la la Los Angeles
Till I get rich and move far away
Tomorrow's another sunny day
In LA
La la la la la la la la Los Angeles
La la la la la la la love Los Angeles
You'd Like This Song, Too Bad It's About You
You’d Like This Song, Too Bad It's About You
We met, we kissed, we fell in love
In that order on that night back Home
It was simple and sincere and just enough
I never feel that right alone
Scared to give it up so quickly
Finally healthy when I’ve acted so sickly
Now it’s all my fault
I’m gone, I’m gone
I can’t sugarcoat the ache
For a stupid song
Let’s call this what it is
And not what it’s not
I’m just a girl you loved
Then someone you forgot
Metaphors are lost on me
This heartbreak isn’t therapy
This isn’t “like” anything else
This stands alone by itself
You said I was the center of your universe
Turns out your universe was ten square kilometers
We ceased, we’re deceased and what’s even worse
You’ve got a new flame – I’d kill to meet her
It’s driving me insane, don’t know what to do
I left much too soon
Let’s call this what it is
And not what it’s not
I’m just a girl you fucked
up and lost
Metaphors are lost on me
You took away my irony
This isn’t “like” anything else
This stands alone by itself
I could say
You shot an arrow into my heart
It bled dry and crumbled apart
Just douse the wound with alcohol
So I can’t feel the sting at all
Our memories are a noose
But really what’s the use?
Now it’s all my fault
I’m gone, gone
Can’t admit we don’t belong
Let’s call this what it is
And not what it’s not
I’m just a girl you kissed
Or maybe not
Metaphors are lost on me
Our time was just a fantasy
This isn’t “like” anything else
This stands alone by itself
I’m gone, I’m gone
I can’t sugarcoat the ache
For a stupid song
We met, we kissed, we fell in love
In that order on that night back Home
It was simple and sincere and just enough
I never feel that right alone
Scared to give it up so quickly
Finally healthy when I’ve acted so sickly
Now it’s all my fault
I’m gone, I’m gone
I can’t sugarcoat the ache
For a stupid song
Let’s call this what it is
And not what it’s not
I’m just a girl you loved
Then someone you forgot
Metaphors are lost on me
This heartbreak isn’t therapy
This isn’t “like” anything else
This stands alone by itself
You said I was the center of your universe
Turns out your universe was ten square kilometers
We ceased, we’re deceased and what’s even worse
You’ve got a new flame – I’d kill to meet her
It’s driving me insane, don’t know what to do
I left much too soon
Let’s call this what it is
And not what it’s not
I’m just a girl you fucked
up and lost
Metaphors are lost on me
You took away my irony
This isn’t “like” anything else
This stands alone by itself
I could say
You shot an arrow into my heart
It bled dry and crumbled apart
Just douse the wound with alcohol
So I can’t feel the sting at all
Our memories are a noose
But really what’s the use?
Now it’s all my fault
I’m gone, gone
Can’t admit we don’t belong
Let’s call this what it is
And not what it’s not
I’m just a girl you kissed
Or maybe not
Metaphors are lost on me
Our time was just a fantasy
This isn’t “like” anything else
This stands alone by itself
I’m gone, I’m gone
I can’t sugarcoat the ache
For a stupid song
Cloth
Cloth
Loving him was almost as painful as growing up
Somehow I made it through both without blowing myself up
I had a plan in my hands but I dropped it
Life was full speed ahead but an accident stopped it
It all slowed down
He was nowhere around
His love was dear but rough and I burned out
It wasn’t nearly enough for me as it turned out
I thought I was dead and I made my peace
The fireworks sparked as a final release
The crowd cheered
Then they all disappeared
Imagine my surprise to find you
Didn’t even have to try to find you
We’re cut from the same cloth, you and me
Laid down on the bed delicately
Egyptian cotton or lovely blue velvet
Who we are, I can’t tell yet
But you feel soft against my skin
Wrapped up in love again
The timing’s not perfect, but it never is
She’s no longer yours and I’m no longer his
It’s slow and it’s sweet, I wasn’t expecting
To like the image my mirror’s reflecting
We’ve got the same past
maybe we could last
Imagine my surprise to find you
Didn’t even have to try to find you
We’re cut from the same cloth, you and me
Laid down on the bed delicately
Egyptian cotton or lovely blue velvet
Who we are, I can’t tell yet
But you feel soft against my skin
Wrapped up in love again
Swimming in cashmere
Believing that you’re here to stay
At least for one more day
We’re cut from the same cloth, you and me
Laid down on the bed delicately
Egyptian cotton or lovely blue velvet
Who we are, I can’t tell yet
But you feel soft against my skin
Wrapped up in love again
Loving him was almost as painful as growing up
Somehow I made it through both without blowing myself up
I had a plan in my hands but I dropped it
Life was full speed ahead but an accident stopped it
It all slowed down
He was nowhere around
His love was dear but rough and I burned out
It wasn’t nearly enough for me as it turned out
I thought I was dead and I made my peace
The fireworks sparked as a final release
The crowd cheered
Then they all disappeared
Imagine my surprise to find you
Didn’t even have to try to find you
We’re cut from the same cloth, you and me
Laid down on the bed delicately
Egyptian cotton or lovely blue velvet
Who we are, I can’t tell yet
But you feel soft against my skin
Wrapped up in love again
The timing’s not perfect, but it never is
She’s no longer yours and I’m no longer his
It’s slow and it’s sweet, I wasn’t expecting
To like the image my mirror’s reflecting
We’ve got the same past
maybe we could last
Imagine my surprise to find you
Didn’t even have to try to find you
We’re cut from the same cloth, you and me
Laid down on the bed delicately
Egyptian cotton or lovely blue velvet
Who we are, I can’t tell yet
But you feel soft against my skin
Wrapped up in love again
Swimming in cashmere
Believing that you’re here to stay
At least for one more day
We’re cut from the same cloth, you and me
Laid down on the bed delicately
Egyptian cotton or lovely blue velvet
Who we are, I can’t tell yet
But you feel soft against my skin
Wrapped up in love again
Partner in Crime
Partner in Crime
I've done some evil things and I'm not proud
But I'm lucky enough to have found your face in the crowd
You whip out your machete on our first date
And stab the waiter in the face cause our food was late
You know how to treat a lady
And I swoon
That's what people crazy
In love will do
We could be Mickey and Mallory
On the cover of the national magazines
On the run
Splattered with blood
We sure make a pretty great team
I want us to be Bonnie and Clyde
I'm looking for a partner in crime
We'll rob a bank
It's you I thank
For making me feel so alive
If I'm stuck with you in jail
I hope we never make bail
I'll carve some soap into a knife
I'm your crazy outlaw wife
I'll distract the guard while you attack
No matter what happens I've got your back
We'll spread terror around this land
Hand in hand
And never look back
We could be Mickey and Mallory
Interviewed on TV screens
On the run
Splattered with blood
We sure make a pretty great team
I want us to be Bonnie and Clyde
I'm looking for a partner in crime
We'll rob a bank
It's you I thank
For making me feel so alive
We'll elope in Vegas
Our parents won't attend
Our families' all dead
They'll never trace us
We get in lots of trouble
But we're functional as a couple
When you're in the room no one else exists
I'm number one on your most wanted list
When I get the chair
I hope you're there
Can you see the sparks
Our love makes in the dark
We could be Mickey and Mallory
On the cover of the national magazines
On the run
Splattered with blood
We sure make a pretty great team
I want us to be Bonnie and Clyde
I'm looking for a partner in crime
We'll rob a bank
It's you I thank
For making me feel so alive
I've done some evil things and I'm not proud
But I'm lucky enough to have found your face in the crowd
You whip out your machete on our first date
And stab the waiter in the face cause our food was late
You know how to treat a lady
And I swoon
That's what people crazy
In love will do
We could be Mickey and Mallory
On the cover of the national magazines
On the run
Splattered with blood
We sure make a pretty great team
I want us to be Bonnie and Clyde
I'm looking for a partner in crime
We'll rob a bank
It's you I thank
For making me feel so alive
If I'm stuck with you in jail
I hope we never make bail
I'll carve some soap into a knife
I'm your crazy outlaw wife
I'll distract the guard while you attack
No matter what happens I've got your back
We'll spread terror around this land
Hand in hand
And never look back
We could be Mickey and Mallory
Interviewed on TV screens
On the run
Splattered with blood
We sure make a pretty great team
I want us to be Bonnie and Clyde
I'm looking for a partner in crime
We'll rob a bank
It's you I thank
For making me feel so alive
We'll elope in Vegas
Our parents won't attend
Our families' all dead
They'll never trace us
We get in lots of trouble
But we're functional as a couple
When you're in the room no one else exists
I'm number one on your most wanted list
When I get the chair
I hope you're there
Can you see the sparks
Our love makes in the dark
We could be Mickey and Mallory
On the cover of the national magazines
On the run
Splattered with blood
We sure make a pretty great team
I want us to be Bonnie and Clyde
I'm looking for a partner in crime
We'll rob a bank
It's you I thank
For making me feel so alive
7, 488
7,488
My expiration date
Arrives in a week
I’m great, but past the date
Once forgotten
I go rotten
Time hasn’t passed
Our time went by too fast
I keep trying to convince you
So here’s my last shot
It’s just seven thousand
Four hundred and eighty eight miles
It feels like a million
But it’s not
Twelve thousand fifty one kilometers
Between you and me
It’s nothing when you look at the world
Objectively
We’re closer to each other
Than the north and south pole
I’m closer to you
Than with anyone I know
I keep trying to convince you
So here’s my last shot
It’s just seven thousand
Four hundred and eighty eight miles
It feels like a million
But it’s not
There’s more to it
But still it’s a start
It’s less than eight thousand miles
That keeps us apart
We both own a phone
I once owned a heart
But when I came home
It shattered apart
I stood at the ocean’s edge
On my side of the Pacific
One step closer to you
And it felt terrific
It was so blue
I was, too
I try
I keep trying to convince you
So here’s my last shot
It’s just seven thousand
Four hundred and eighty eight miles
It feels like a million
But it’s not
You don’t see it the same
But I understand
Might as well be a million
When you’re not holding my hand
It’s just
Seven thousand, four hundred, eighty eight miles
Twelve hundred dollars plus tax for the flight
The change of the seasons
Our family and friends
Your job
My career
Your new girlfriend
who’s with you each night
Okay it’s a lot
It really feels like
there’s a million reasons to forget you
But there’s not
Time hasn't passed
Our time went by too fast
Once forgotten
I go rotten
So don’t wait
My expiration date
Arrives in a week
I’m great, but past the date
Once forgotten
I go rotten
Time hasn’t passed
Our time went by too fast
I keep trying to convince you
So here’s my last shot
It’s just seven thousand
Four hundred and eighty eight miles
It feels like a million
But it’s not
Twelve thousand fifty one kilometers
Between you and me
It’s nothing when you look at the world
Objectively
We’re closer to each other
Than the north and south pole
I’m closer to you
Than with anyone I know
I keep trying to convince you
So here’s my last shot
It’s just seven thousand
Four hundred and eighty eight miles
It feels like a million
But it’s not
There’s more to it
But still it’s a start
It’s less than eight thousand miles
That keeps us apart
We both own a phone
I once owned a heart
But when I came home
It shattered apart
I stood at the ocean’s edge
On my side of the Pacific
One step closer to you
And it felt terrific
It was so blue
I was, too
I try
I keep trying to convince you
So here’s my last shot
It’s just seven thousand
Four hundred and eighty eight miles
It feels like a million
But it’s not
You don’t see it the same
But I understand
Might as well be a million
When you’re not holding my hand
It’s just
Seven thousand, four hundred, eighty eight miles
Twelve hundred dollars plus tax for the flight
The change of the seasons
Our family and friends
Your job
My career
Your new girlfriend
who’s with you each night
Okay it’s a lot
It really feels like
there’s a million reasons to forget you
But there’s not
Time hasn't passed
Our time went by too fast
Once forgotten
I go rotten
So don’t wait
Obviously, Doctor, You've Never Been A Thirteen-Year Old Girl
Obviously, Doctor, You've Never Been A Thirteen-Year Old Girl
in junior high, i hoped for all girls
Splitting up the genitalia we'd soon utilize
the stout, the skrawny, the before-their-time boys
thumping in their oversized Vans for first prize
the pony-tailed, high pitched pink KEDS to the back
loosened laces and rubber skid on the surface, shilacked
the boys' voices, not yet breaking, out of breath screaming
while the girls twirled their hair, forever daydreaming
Isn't it great to be thirteen
You got your whole life in front of you
But you're stuck
Somewhere in-between
Sorry, honey, you're fresh out of luck
There's no such thing as gravity
Things fall 'cause the world sucks
The pink KEDS never learned how to play
pushed to the back wall out of the way
except for the Tomboy, who'd one day get detention
for getting caught with the jock just to get his attention
Never listened to the gym teacher's reinforcements
Conditioned to adapt to a stoic's performance
They passed and jumped within
Ignored the mannequins
Staring at their swatch
The ball would roll by like tumbleweed
And we'd just watch
Isn't it great to be thirteen
You got your whole life in front of you
But you're stuck
Somewhere in-between
Sorry, honey, you're fresh out of luck
There's no such thing as gravity
Things fall 'cause the world sucks
You've got a stalker hanging by your locker
Covered in lisa frank stickers
You bleed out all the snickers
From the jailbait cheerleaders
You attract all the guys with their raging hormones
And distract with your sighs and your wailing whore moans
You're just following instructions
From the older girls' self-destructions
Isn't it great to be thirteen
You got your whole life in front of you
But you're stuck
Somewhere in-between
Sorry, honey, you're fresh out of luck
There's no such thing as gravity
Things fall 'cause the world sucks
It's exotic, narcotics, you swallow it down
You're psychotic, you've got it all figured out
you belong to the throng, it's all you have
bridge jumping is the newest fad
In a sense, it's all a lie
So kiss your innocence goodbye
Little girl, ditch the boys
You blew inside the school hallways
Echoing with high pitched noise
Suicide can save a rainy day
Isn't it great to be thirteen
Got your whole life in front of you
But you're stuck
Somewhere in-between
Sorry, honey, you're fresh out of luck
Things fall 'cause the world sucks
Don't worry, you'll escape alive
You still've got high school to survive
in junior high, i hoped for all girls
Splitting up the genitalia we'd soon utilize
the stout, the skrawny, the before-their-time boys
thumping in their oversized Vans for first prize
the pony-tailed, high pitched pink KEDS to the back
loosened laces and rubber skid on the surface, shilacked
the boys' voices, not yet breaking, out of breath screaming
while the girls twirled their hair, forever daydreaming
Isn't it great to be thirteen
You got your whole life in front of you
But you're stuck
Somewhere in-between
Sorry, honey, you're fresh out of luck
There's no such thing as gravity
Things fall 'cause the world sucks
The pink KEDS never learned how to play
pushed to the back wall out of the way
except for the Tomboy, who'd one day get detention
for getting caught with the jock just to get his attention
Never listened to the gym teacher's reinforcements
Conditioned to adapt to a stoic's performance
They passed and jumped within
Ignored the mannequins
Staring at their swatch
The ball would roll by like tumbleweed
And we'd just watch
Isn't it great to be thirteen
You got your whole life in front of you
But you're stuck
Somewhere in-between
Sorry, honey, you're fresh out of luck
There's no such thing as gravity
Things fall 'cause the world sucks
You've got a stalker hanging by your locker
Covered in lisa frank stickers
You bleed out all the snickers
From the jailbait cheerleaders
You attract all the guys with their raging hormones
And distract with your sighs and your wailing whore moans
You're just following instructions
From the older girls' self-destructions
Isn't it great to be thirteen
You got your whole life in front of you
But you're stuck
Somewhere in-between
Sorry, honey, you're fresh out of luck
There's no such thing as gravity
Things fall 'cause the world sucks
It's exotic, narcotics, you swallow it down
You're psychotic, you've got it all figured out
you belong to the throng, it's all you have
bridge jumping is the newest fad
In a sense, it's all a lie
So kiss your innocence goodbye
Little girl, ditch the boys
You blew inside the school hallways
Echoing with high pitched noise
Suicide can save a rainy day
Isn't it great to be thirteen
Got your whole life in front of you
But you're stuck
Somewhere in-between
Sorry, honey, you're fresh out of luck
Things fall 'cause the world sucks
Don't worry, you'll escape alive
You still've got high school to survive
Thanks But No Thanks
thanks but no thanks
What am I supposed to do
With all the things I never said
It doesn't make them any less true
if they're kept inside my head
There's more to add to our story
I'm flipping through pamphlets in purgatory
So thanks for these words
You wish no one ever heard
Why are we fighting
I wish the same thing
Thanks for the pain
That became my refrain
I'd give up all my writing
All the songs I'd sing
Not to go through this again
You don't care I'm in disrepair
Hung like a weeping willow
While your night's sleep is always deep
On the cool side of the pillow
You aren't disturbed by our platonic demotion
How could I fall for someone with animatronic emotions
So thanks for these words
You wish no one ever heard
Why are we fighting
I wish the same thing
Thanks for the pain
That became my refrain
I'd give up all my writing
All the songs I'd sing
Not to go through this again
So this is it then
You're my friend
Her smile's my arrival at the end
It's all written down
That means that it's over
Only words of despair flow out like wine
Playing the sad clown
As the world's performer
Using our breakdown as the blueprint's design
So thanks for these words
You wish no one ever heard
Why are we fighting
I wish the same thing
Thanks for the pain
That became my refrain
I'd give up all my writing
All the songs I'd sing
Not to go through this again
What am I supposed to do
With all the things I never said
It doesn't make them any less true
if they're kept inside my head
There's more to add to our story
I'm flipping through pamphlets in purgatory
So thanks for these words
You wish no one ever heard
Why are we fighting
I wish the same thing
Thanks for the pain
That became my refrain
I'd give up all my writing
All the songs I'd sing
Not to go through this again
You don't care I'm in disrepair
Hung like a weeping willow
While your night's sleep is always deep
On the cool side of the pillow
You aren't disturbed by our platonic demotion
How could I fall for someone with animatronic emotions
So thanks for these words
You wish no one ever heard
Why are we fighting
I wish the same thing
Thanks for the pain
That became my refrain
I'd give up all my writing
All the songs I'd sing
Not to go through this again
So this is it then
You're my friend
Her smile's my arrival at the end
It's all written down
That means that it's over
Only words of despair flow out like wine
Playing the sad clown
As the world's performer
Using our breakdown as the blueprint's design
So thanks for these words
You wish no one ever heard
Why are we fighting
I wish the same thing
Thanks for the pain
That became my refrain
I'd give up all my writing
All the songs I'd sing
Not to go through this again
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