Thursday, October 18, 2007

Bad lyrics

I was going through a book of kids' songs for my choir, and came upon this gem.

Toyland, toyland, litte girl and boy land/While you dwell within it, you are ever happy there/ Childhood's joyland, mystic merry toyland/Once you pass its borders, you can ne'er return again.

Isn't that the sappiest thing you ever heard? Who says you can't play and have fun when you're an adult? Suddenly I understand why grown-ups still play video games - because they can! When I read that, I said outloud to the book, "Bullshit! I still live in Toyland. I'm the fucking mayor of Toyland." Sure, it takes a little more effort to see the magic of the world, and to create a space for yourself where there's still freedom and carefree moments, but you can.

Speaking of which, have you ever heard yourself say something, especially when alone, and wondered where the hell that came from? Personally, I often remember the first thing I say outloud on a particular day. For instance, one morning, I put a glass on the side of the sink, and I noticed that it looked like it might fall any second. Going to grab it, I said, "My, that's a bit precarious!" Um... who says that? At 8 am, to themselves? More often though, I run into something (I'm really clumsy in the morning) and let out a string of expletives. Somehow they sound a lot more ugly when it's the first sound you hear in the day. Equally ugly the sound of my snarky comments in the car: "Oooo you're so special in your big SUV"and "Will somebody please tell John Mayer that he's a poser?"

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