Wednesday, October 12, 2005

These are the lyrics from Tracy Bonham's mid-90s growler "Mother, Mother," from her CD "The Burdens of Being Upright" (Don't I know them!). I heard this song last week, for the first time in years, and I looked up the lyrics and thought, damn, sometimes the universe is soooo obvious about lining things up for you, putting your insides on the outside so you can look at them and get a little grossed out.
Funny, this was one of my favorite workout songs during middle school, and now I'm listening to it here as I while away the miles.
Infinite regression, they say, is mathematically inadmissible. So even regression is limited somehow. Still, I weigh now what I weighed in middle school.

Mother, mother, How's the family? I'm just calling to say hello
How's the weather? How's my father? Am I lonely? Heavens no/
Mother, mother, Are you listening? Just a phone call to ease your mind/
Life is perfect never better Distance making the heart go blind
When you sent me off to see the world
Were you scared that I might get hurt
Would I try a little tobaccoWould I keep on hiking up my skirt
I'm hungry, I'm dirtyI'm losing my mind, Everything's fine
I'm freezing, I'm starving
I'm bleeding to death, Everything's fine
Yeah I'm working making money, I'm just starting to build a name
I can feel it round the corner, I could make it any day
Mother, mother, can you hear me?
Sure I'm sober sure I'm sane
Life is perfect never better,
Still your daughter still the same
If I tell you what you want to hear
Will it help you to sleep well at night
Are you sure that I'm your perfect dear
Now just cuddle up and sleep tight
I'm hungry, I'm dirty
I'm losing my mind,
Everything's fine
I'm freezing, I'm starving
I'm bleeding to death, Everything's fine
I miss you, I love you

I hope my mother never reads this.

1 comment:

UCarpet said...

I have read your journal entry. Know that you have been read.