Plucking the String

Date: August 29, 2004
Genre: punk-ish and rock-ish


       
It's a relatively standard "venting song", I suppose.  The dicks that inspired it know exactly who they are, so they don't really need the credit.  Thanks for being monster pricks, guys.  Your memory forever lives on.  Heh.
        I had the first half of the lyrics scratched on a little square of paper... and then the actual music happened.  Just sat down and played, and this is what came.  So, I threw them together and let it take me where it did.  Not an exciting story, I realize, but that's how it happened.


Lyrics
Lunatic prick
Are you talking to me?
You want no talent
Tone-deaf?
Watch MTV

Ya glorified dick

No validation
No permission
Not in need of your opinion

You're dreamless and empty

I piss you off
Which means I make you afraid
Which means I'm doing my fucking job

How would you know?
How would you know
What I am
When you won't even listen to what I say
When you won't even hear a word I say?

I fuckin' hate you
I fuckin' hate you
But you make me who I am
- lyrics and music copyright 2004,
Orin Drake