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A song about how I hate myself and would be willing to devote my life to strange girls on the trolley that I fall in love with for superficial reasons. |
CD: TI-80-FUN
Label: OSE Conglomerate
Credits: Mark Bisi - electric/acoustic/bass guitar, drums, vocals, yamaha cs-1 |
Story Behind the Song
I wrote this song at a time in my life where I would develop a superficial crush on practically every girl I saw, either for the fact that she was sleeping with her faced smashed up against the trolley window or looked like a 13-year-old David Bowie. I am still living in "this time in my life." This song contains a funky freakout halfway through. Beware. Also, it's still kind of a demo. Sorry.
Lyrics
Going home one day,
An oddly pretty girl on a train.
Her voice was wiser than mine,
though her face must have been half my age.
I could tell she could relate,
to the kitten in the plastic cage.
Too fragile for this world,
Too beautiful to hear what these assholes have to say.
She sleeps like she hasn't in days
The window pane caresses her face.
My heart is beating as I try,
to fill her seat's extra space.
The train is bright since she's inside,
outside the world is filling with night.
her eyes flutter with a dream,
she's beautiful and I will never say "hi."
It's not new to feel confused.
It's never too late to give up.
You're the one who has been abused.
It's a woman's prerogative to fuck you up.
I'll follow you anywhere you go.
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