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.

Lunatic prick
Are you talking to me?
You want no talent
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