So the story begins...I was asked if I had ever had my timing belt changed on my vehicle. Now if you don't know what this is, don't worry about it...just realize that my friend was trying to take care of me and keep me from being left stranded due to poor vehicle maintenence. My usual remark to this type of question... yeah, probably, whenever it was due. uhhhh... then again maybe not. I dunno. Guess I should check. huh?
So, when I got home, I got to my car maintence file (yeah, I'm that neurotic/organized) and look for any indication that this work was done. I was suspecting it was done around October 2005. I faintly remember I had a ton of work done to make the car go another 100k. So yeah, I find the paperwork and realize it was done November 7, 2005...less than a week before my life was turned upside down. I realized at that point there is so much that I have blocked out. So much of my life that I've chosen not to remember. You know, one of those life before and life after. Cuz yeah, my life is like that - and not due to my own chosing.. so it's all that more dramatic to me. Any way, the story continues, despite my attempts to thwart it... I check and find out all is well with little Corny185.
Since I had to step over the guitar to check out the paper work, I pick it up to play. I'm really not sure why I decided to start playing again. Part of me thinks it's to prove I don't need the bastard to have music in my life. The sad part is I don't think I'll ever get all that good. He used to tell me how quickly I picked stuff up and how good I was. But, these days, I don't seem to be able to remember how to strum! Maybe I just don't have natural rhythm. I'm pretty sure I don't, actually. Can you be taught rhythm??? Ahhh, I digress again. Any way, so using the wonderful talent I have, I begin playing. First all my favorites, "if my words did glow, with the gold of sunshine and my tunes were played on the harp unstrung, would you hear my song come through the music? would you hold it dear, as it were your own?"(that would be the first verse of Ripple for all of you who've never had the privlege to hear one of the greatest bands of all time!), then, a little Janis, then a little of mr. croce. Then a little more Dead. Then some fiddling around. I kept thinking about how the car maintenance had been done long ago and far away... So, I played and sang.
That was long ago and far away
So much different than it is today.
Back when I thought you were true.
Before you broke my heart in two.
It was a different world back then.
I actually thought you were my friend.
That was long ago and far away
So much different than it is today
Before you met that Jezebel
Before my life was a living hell.
It was a different world back then.
I actually thought you were my friend.
You gave me vows that weren't worth a damn
You gave me pain that's all I am.
It's a different world now.
All I can think is how
You suck, you suck.
You're a selfish fk
I didn't really start out thinking it was going to be an angry song. I didn't realize how much anger I still carry (well maybe I did, but still didn't expect to ruin what started out to be a pretty song). So, I did what any talented musician would do... not saying I'm talented or a musician...just what they would do. I captured the words and the melody and turned it into an angry punk rock song. Well, I would have, if I could just remember how to strum, had an electric guitar, and could play the cords I wanted. One of these days, though, one of these days....
So, when I got home, I got to my car maintence file (yeah, I'm that neurotic/organized) and look for any indication that this work was done. I was suspecting it was done around October 2005. I faintly remember I had a ton of work done to make the car go another 100k. So yeah, I find the paperwork and realize it was done November 7, 2005...less than a week before my life was turned upside down. I realized at that point there is so much that I have blocked out. So much of my life that I've chosen not to remember. You know, one of those life before and life after. Cuz yeah, my life is like that - and not due to my own chosing.. so it's all that more dramatic to me. Any way, the story continues, despite my attempts to thwart it... I check and find out all is well with little Corny185.
Since I had to step over the guitar to check out the paper work, I pick it up to play. I'm really not sure why I decided to start playing again. Part of me thinks it's to prove I don't need the bastard to have music in my life. The sad part is I don't think I'll ever get all that good. He used to tell me how quickly I picked stuff up and how good I was. But, these days, I don't seem to be able to remember how to strum! Maybe I just don't have natural rhythm. I'm pretty sure I don't, actually. Can you be taught rhythm??? Ahhh, I digress again. Any way, so using the wonderful talent I have, I begin playing. First all my favorites, "if my words did glow, with the gold of sunshine and my tunes were played on the harp unstrung, would you hear my song come through the music? would you hold it dear, as it were your own?"(that would be the first verse of Ripple for all of you who've never had the privlege to hear one of the greatest bands of all time!), then, a little Janis, then a little of mr. croce. Then a little more Dead. Then some fiddling around. I kept thinking about how the car maintenance had been done long ago and far away... So, I played and sang.
That was long ago and far away
So much different than it is today.
Back when I thought you were true.
Before you broke my heart in two.
It was a different world back then.
I actually thought you were my friend.
That was long ago and far away
So much different than it is today
Before you met that Jezebel
Before my life was a living hell.
It was a different world back then.
I actually thought you were my friend.
You gave me vows that weren't worth a damn
You gave me pain that's all I am.
It's a different world now.
All I can think is how
You suck, you suck.
You're a selfish fk
I didn't really start out thinking it was going to be an angry song. I didn't realize how much anger I still carry (well maybe I did, but still didn't expect to ruin what started out to be a pretty song). So, I did what any talented musician would do... not saying I'm talented or a musician...just what they would do. I captured the words and the melody and turned it into an angry punk rock song. Well, I would have, if I could just remember how to strum, had an electric guitar, and could play the cords I wanted. One of these days, though, one of these days....
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