Rambling Rhodes

Music to My Ears Um,

Music to My Ears
Um, I must apologize for that last post. Apparently, Blogger was down and my blog wouldn't appear and my world was crashing down around me and I could barely function as a human being and I was suffering from run on sentences. But. . . I'm back, and my blog is up, so life has returned to normal.

I was driving to work this morning and that song by Pink came on (the one that goes "please prescribe me a day in the life of someone else, don't let me get me" or some such nonsense like that) and I was enjoying the melody. Of course, it was one of those songs that just refuse to leave your head, so I started whistling the tune at work. Suddenly, my officemate demanded to know why I was whistling that God-awful song, and she then went on to recite the lyrics, and I had to admit that they really are terrible lyrics, but I still liked the melody. Here's the deal, at least according to me: guys don't listen to songs and dissect the lyrics. We just absorb the tune and acknowledge the singer as acceptable background noise. In all seriousness, I loved Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit," even though I had absolutely no idea what ol' Kurt was wailing about. He could have been singing about onions on the kitchen counter for all I cared. I just liked the tune.

So, let us visit the lyrics of Pink's song and see if we can't come to an understanding as to what she's complaining about.

Never win first place, I don't support the team. I can't take direction, and my socks are never clean. Teachers dated me, my parents hated me. I was always in a fight cuz I can't do nothin' right.

So, now I'm envisioning an unathletic, unattentive, unhygienic, belligerent, overall useless member of society whose only apparent skill lies in bedding the faculty. And, when did "cuz" become a word?

Everyday I fight a war against the mirror. I can't take the person starin' back at me. I'm a hazard to myself.

How does one fight a war against a mirror? "It's no use, general! It seems no matter what we do, the enemy stays right in our face. We can't get around them!"

Don't let me get me. I'm my own worst enemy. Its bad when you annoy yourself. So irritating. Don't wanna be my friend no more. I wanna be somebody else. I wanna be somebody else, yeah.

Okay, now I'm starting to totally dislike this song. So far, she's managed to whine her way through three entire verses. And really, how does one annoy oneself? Do you slowly waggle your fingers near your face while making a "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" sound? I will agree that it must be bad when you annoy yourself. That could make for a really long day.

LA told me, "You'll be a pop star, all you have to change is everything you are." Tired of being compared to damn Britney Spears. She's so pretty, that just ain't me.

I know most women just despise being told they look like Britney Spears. Women love to be told they're ugly. "Who are you calling pretty?! You take that back, cuz if'n you don't, I'll attack you with my stinky socks."

Doctor, doctor won't you please prescribe somethin. A day in the life of someone else? Cuz I'm a hazard to myself.

DOCTOR: Well, no, um, Ms. Pink, I can't really prescribe a day in the life of someone else, but I could recommend a good speech therapist. You'll learn to use a "g" at the end of "something," and you'll lose that nasty habit of saying "cuz."

Don't let me get me. I'm my own worst enemy. Its bad when you annoy yourself. So irritating. Don't wanna be my friend no more. I wanna be somebody else.

Wait a minute, didn't she already say this? Certainly she could have gone further into what a failure of a human being she is instead of simply re-hashing the same old stuff. If she can tell me about her dirty socks, the least she can do is expound on her repulsive armpits or something similar. But no, she's just saying the same thing all over again. How IR-RI-TAT-TING!!

My officemate is right. This song sucks.

Posted by Ryan at May 21, 2002 11:50 AM