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This song is about a man, who is too weird to fit any stereotype, though his appearance and behavior might seem very familiar to anyone. |
Credits: Written and performed by Mikhail Pesok |
Story Behind the Song
I first came up with the melody for the song, and then - the lyrics. For some reason, I just started singing: "He was a non-smoker, non-smoking a lot" and the whole song grew from this line.
The lyrics mean: recognize people, but don't ever think you know them. I make references to William Faulkner, the great American writer, because reading and understanding his literature much like his stories themselves by no means can fit any stereotype. But he is not just a random example: the theme of "fire" in the song comes from his story "Barn Burning".
It took me couple of days to write it and a week to record whenever I had a spare time to do it. There were approximately 10 takes in total.
Lyrics
He was a non smoker, non-smoking a lot
He liked watching baseball and driving his Ford
On two lanes of traffic to have enough space
While others were willing to spit in his face
The saddest of things that he's ever seen
Was pizza in high school when he was a teen
He read William Faulkner but not for the hype
He just didn't fit the stereotype
He drank diet soda - excuse to eat more
And called it a fitness to pass through the door
He stared in the mirror that refused to reflect
Mysterious look he was trying to get
The funniest gesture that he's ever made
Was telling a story of how he got laid
He read William Faulkner but not for the hype
He just didn't fit the stereotype
And then came the day when he cleaned up his locker
And bought an old gun to stage William Faulkner
There's no real warmth behind being nice
So he opened a fire to break through the ice
The scariest words that he's ever heard
Were "Get a life, will ya?", "fat bastard" and "nerd"
He read William Faulkner but not for the hype
He just didn't fit the stereotype
We all heard the story, the play in the news
But we never run out of patience or clues
His crime was an instance of social satire
And we'll always gather to sit by his fire
The scariest words that he's ever heard
Were "Get a life, will ya?", "fat bastard" and "nerd"
He read William Faulkner but not for the hype
He just didn't fit the stereotype
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