Irony, anyone? Graphic courtesy of LJ Kopf
satire
political humor
fred
kj
usual suspects
classical jazz
sweet nothings
david rose
degrees of syncopation
lewisburg p a
lawson and disorder
the ppits
riverstone
sortabossa
veto and the hitmen
ed rhoades
alfonse ciaccio
de potorland
dechristopher
good without one
sink or swing
Story behind the song
A tongue in cheek analysis of what underlies our antisocial tendencies.
Lyrics
The Hermit Waltz
I don’t like diseases; I don’t do what pleases
You want some romancin’; you’d rather be dancing
I don’t want to be a magician; you don’t want to answer the phone
I know what I’m missing; I’d rather be here alone
I laugh at elections, I’m into confections
You strive for perfection, you can’t take correction
I don’t want to be a physician, you don’t want to make me your clone
I know what I’m missin’, I’d rather be here alone
I am an island, I’m a rock; who’s got a better show
Once I get stalled in my rockin’ chair, no one can get me to go
Just fence me in to my home sweet home, ozone is a “no no”
Don’t try to shuttle me in to space; you’ll never get me to go
Don’t paint me a picture; don’t quote me from scripture
I don’t need direction, I don’t crave affection
You don’t have to be a technician; I got no erogenous zone
I know what I’m missing; I’d rather be here alone.