Lyrics for a song.
 

Not a poem.

Of course, I'm not musical, so eventually putting this to music...could be tricky. Heh.

Rusty Nail

Rusty nail cut my foot
Gonna get an infection
Rusty nail cut my foot
An impromptu dissection

‘Cause you never called me
I kicked my foot through a wall
And a rusty nail caught me
Cut me up like a barroom brawl

Sitting in the Waiting Room of Life
Doesn’t get much better than this
Crying baby, maybe it’s colic
Or an innate displeasure with
Life doesn’t get much better than this

‘Cause you never called me
I was flabbergasted
I’d raised my heart up high for you
Where it billowed upon the masthead

The doctor who inspects my foot
Says I did quite a number
Asked me what caused the damage
I said, You did, asshole, when I gave you my number

And you never called me
So I kicked my foot through a wall and a

Rusty nail cut my foot
Gonna get an infection
Rusty nail cut my foot
An impromptu vivisection

(Of. My. Heart.)

And he said:

We’re sitting here in the Waiting Room of Life
Doesn’t get much better than this
Crying baby, maybe it’s colic
Or an innate displeasure with
Life doesn’t get much better than this

So I never called you
‘Cause, really, what’s the point?

It's got a good beat and I can dance to it. :D

You have a musical genre in mind?

When I wrote the first four lines, like, years ago, I meant it to be a funny country ditty. But then it kinda spiraled away from that into...I have NO idea. I'd be up for suggestions. I might hand it to some musical friends of mine to see if they can come up with something. I could certainly hum how I want certain transitions to take place. Like, the rust nail cut my foot bit would have a different sound than "sitting in the waiting room of life". I sort of havet his idea of melding two sounds together, if that makes sense.

Uh, it probably doesn't make sense.

Thanks, G.

No, it totally makes sense. Kind of a Bjork's "It's Oh So Quiet" thing.

Si! Si!

Dude, it's suddenly a ghost town here. And my boss is out, and I'm all about playtime!

But I can hear the tumbleweeds moving around.

I know, what's with that? You'd think with the rain more people would be shut inside. Of course, Fridays have been conistently slow here.

A song, how cool is that? You have to find someone that can be the Elton John to your Bernie Taupin. :) :snap:

Ilikeitjustfine.

No, no, no...This is definitely punkish- think early Pretenders, or Patti Smith.

Those are really good lyrics, EH. Hope you share more with us! :)