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On to something else.
I'm listening to the "Have a Nice Decade" seventies music collection during my drive to and from work. I've noticed that I'm not that fond of most of the early tracks. Then the songs get better for awhile. Then not so much.
Right now, because it was the last song playing when I got out of my car, I have "Have You Seen Her" by the Chi-Lites going through my head... It has to be one of the stupidest songs to come out of the seventies. It's a brain worm of a song. The tune burrows into your mind, and the lyrics that come with it are crap.
As McHammer says, let's "break it down":
[Spoken:]
One month ago today
I was happy as a lark
But now I go for walks
To the movies - maybe to the park
Happy people don't walk, go to movies or possibly to the park. If you find yourself doing any of those three things, think... "Am I happy as a lark?" If the answer is yes, you're just fooling yourself.
And have a seat on the same old bench
To watch the children play (huh)
You know, tomorrow is their future
But to me, just another day
Have you ever considered sitting at a different bench and NOT watching the children play? For one thing, it's a bit creepy. Also, tomorrow is still your future too. We have past, present and future. Not past, present, future, and just another day.
They all gather around me
They seem to know my name
We laugh, tell a few jokes
But it still doesn't ease my pain
They probably know your name because you're still wearing your Arby's name tag. I don't know what to say about a guy that seeks out children to ease his pain. Other than keep an eye on that guy. Shouldn't the laughter be after the jokes? Have you ever been in a park and had children spontaneously gather around you and NOT think you're about to be mugged?
I know I can't hide from a memory
'Though day after day I've tried
I keep sayin' she'll be back
But today again I lied
People have been sayin' Jesus will be back for centuries now. Are they lying, or are they just hopeful? As for hiding from memories, I think you aren't trying hard enough. What have you done so far? Walking, movies and maybe the park where you sit and worry random parents. If anything, that's too much time to think and remember. You need to step it up. Hard alcohol, harder drugs, or eat a bullet. One of those should help you hide from the memories. Just please, stop singing.
[Sung, kinda:]
Oh, I see her face everywhere I go
On the street, and even at the picture show
Have you seen her?
Tell me, have you seen her?
Last week I saw her picking up guys on South Nevada Avenue. She was looking pretty ragged. I guess if you're going to charge $5 for a blow job on a busy street like that you have to expect to work hard.
Oh, I hear her voice as the cold winds blow
In the sweet music on my radio
Have you seen her?
Tell me, have you seen her?
At first I wasn't sure it was really her, so moved closer to get a better look. She turned to me and said, "How about a hummer, stud?" I couldn't forget that voice. Oh, sure, it was a bit raspy with a hint of semen, but it was her all right.
Why, oh, why
Did she have to leave and go away (oh, yeah)
I asked her that very thing, "Why did you have to leave AND go away?" She said that it was because you were a whiny bitch. I realize that's a hard thing to hear from a $5 whore, but there you go. At least now you know and can stop crooning about it.
Oh-oh-oh, I've been used to havin' someone to lean on
And I'm lost
Baby, I'm lost (Oh)
Oh? Do you have $5? No? Oh.
Oh, she left her kiss upon my lips
But left that break within my heart
Have you seen her?
Tell me, have you seen her?
I have to tell you, I've seen where her lips have been. If all you got from her is a broken heart, you are damned lucky. Still, you might want to get checked out. That sore on your mouth might just be the tip of the iceberg.
Oh, I see her hand reaching out to me
Only she can set me free
Have you seen her?
Tell me, have you seen her?
When her hand reached for me, it went for my crotch. She certainly wanted to set me free. It was positively terrifying. She REALLY needed that $5. I quickly backed off and told her that I was just making sure it was really her because you WON'T STOP ASKING ME IF I'VE SEEN HER and I just want you to shut the hell up about her. She said to tell you that if you came by she won't give you a blow job, but she will openly mock you for being a walk taking, movie going, park bench sitting, whiney bitch. Then she laughed. A lot. Until her pimp Julio came up and told me if I wasn't buying then I needed to fuck off or he would cut me. So off I fucked. I haven't seen her since. STOP ASKING!
[Spoken:]
As another day comes to an end
I'm lookin' for a letter or somethin'
Anything that she would send
Even a "Sorry I gave you AIDS" sympathy card. SOMETHIN'!
With all the people I know
I'm still a lonely man
You know, it's funny
I thought I had her in the palm of my hand
And then you clapped.
[Repeat to fade:]
Have you seen her
Tell me, have you seen her (tell me, have you seen her?)
AHHHHRRRGGGHHHHH! NOOOO! SHUTupSHUTupSHUTup! (fade)
Any error in lyrics aren't my fault. Blame this place. I thought writing all that would free me from this song. But it didn't. Damned brain worm. Time to turn on the iTunes.
