cuntish
just an insignificant little side project of my own, aside from the rid's collaborative efforts. didn't want to selfishly clutter up the band page, so i decided to put all my individual stuff here instead.
Story behind the song
the lyrics were originally a poem written by a friend of mine, who is attending UC Berkeley right now.
Lyrics
Sleepingly awake on the sofa,
Sound of porn assaults your ears.
Your hands feel sticky, sh** !
You got jizz all over your palms.
Wife's in the room, snoring.
Time to get up, the sun's rising--
Another day as a loyal post worker.
Clock in and out, clocks ticking.
It's a 9 to 5, have fun sonny.
Single file, straight line, food's coming.
This is not where I saw myself
That day when I killed myself
Walking into the street cars.
And my right hand is only as strong
As how often I exercise it.
Wasted youth, fruitful adulthood,
Nothing awaits me except the whitefence.
The whitefence, the whitefence.
Traffic's terrible, I'll be late.
Might as well walk home, 7 miles away.
I feel like a walk, the air is fresh.
The headphone blasted Radiohead,
Though I forgot the name of the song.
Looking back, I walked the same walk
the last 15 years, but it's only a sec.
Diplomas, report cards, I've had it all.
Straight A's, crooked grades,
Hell, even the circular SATs.
This is not where I saw myself
That day when I killed myself
Walking into the street cars.
And my right hand is only as strong
As how often I exercise it.
Wasted youth, fruitful adulthood,
Nothing awaits me except the whitefence.
The whitefence, the whitefence.
Oh god, what am I doing now?
I shouldn't walk on the streets.
That car's about to hit me,
Oh well, all that lives dies.
Hey, my head is bleeding red,
How warm, how wonderful, how alive!
Is that me down there, how strange
It is to look down on myself.
Or is it you? Is it you or me?
You don't look so dead to me,
But I sure look so myself, eh?
Ahh, the song goes:
After years of waiting,
nothing came.
As your life flashes before your eyes
After years of waiting...
