I’ve been thinking recently about paying attention to lyrics in songs. Usually am not fast enough to pick up on lyrics so I have no idea what the song is about and just enjoy the nice melodies. There are a few songs that I’ve listened to so many times that I know the lyrics, such as Hey Ya! (lol) and Bohemian Rhapsody. I liked those songs when I was, uh, 16. I don’t like Queen anymore and I have no idea why I one week decided to listen to Mat Weddle’s cover of that thing over and over and over.
This album is mostly spoken word so it wasn’t hard to catch on to the lyrics. I looked up the lyrics to one song, Spock Thoughts, to get this out:
Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.
Pretty good. I’m not sure what it means completely. I like the be yourself and do not feign affection and do not be cynical about love parts but I don’t know about aridity or disenchantment in love. I sure don’t feel any in mine.
I am cleaning my room in order to get ready to go home. I have a lot of books. I have a lot of clothes. I have a bike and skis and I’m not sure how that will fit into my dad’s cute little Acura RSX. I need to burn some CDs for us to listen on the way to California; I bet he would like Shatner and Nimoy. My classical music listening is focused on pretty much just Tchakovsky. I didn’t even spell that right; it’s Tchaikovsky. I’m going to go pack some clothes now.
