Recently I was reminded of a bit of quirky nostalgia. A lovely song, one that starts off slightly haunting, made darker by the lyrics. Finally the chorus thunders in with a dose of classical heavy metal splashed in. It has an interesting message, even a possible moral to the story. Perhaps it's because it reminds me that my own stalkers, wastes of flesh that I've wished dead more than once are still stalking my friends and hence myself despite warnings and pretenses to the contrary. Or maybe it's just a fun song. Every time I hear the song, I picture her in the waitress outfit from her Crucify video.
For your pleasure, I give you The Waitress by Tori Amos.
So I want to kill this waitress
She's worked here a year longer than 1
If I did it fast you know that's an act of kindness
But I believe in peace
I believe in peace Bitch
I believe in peace
I believe in peace
But I believe in peace
I believe in peace Bitch
I believe in peace
I want to kill this waitress
I can't believe this violence in mind
And is her power all in her club sandwich
But I believe in peace
I believe in peace Bitch
I believe in peace
I believe in peace
But I believe in peace
I believe in peace Bitch
I believe in peace
I want to kill this killing wish
They're too many stars and not enough sky
Boys all think she's living kindness
Ask a fellow waitress
Ask a fellow waitress
Just stay cautious Krampus but don't do anything crazy. Weeks ago one of these malcontents insulted my family and asked me to kill myself, which I have no intention of doing. But it shows that for as much as they often talk about being ahead of the curve in reality many of them are just in the rear view mirror of life. My advice...leave them there.
ReplyDeleteIf only that were possible. This isn't peace, it's time between attacks. Instead of leaving myself and those connected to me alone, they change their tactics to be more covert. Anonymous messages, blocked calls. Talking about me in code and thinking no one can tell. This isn't in the past. And no one seems to understand strength of conviction anymore. I never left the community. The war isn't over. Anyone involved gets to play this game for the rest of our lives. It doesn't end until the enemy is stopped. Not until everyone who participated in hurting others because they could or for fun are stopped permanently.
ReplyDeleteOn the other hand, it's a fun little song. I can relate to it.