Tuesday, September 20, 2005

how I feel

Nothing to say. These lyrics describe how I feel today.
cut my hair-the who
Why should I care If I have to cut my hair?I've got to move with the fashions Or be outcast.I know I should fight But my old man he's really alright, And I'm still living at home Even though it won't last. Zoot suit, white jacket with side vents Five inches long. I'm out on the street again And I'm leaping along. I'm dressed right for a beach fight, But I just can't explain Why that uncertain feeling is still Here in my brain. The kids at school Have parents that seem so cool. And though I don't want to hurt them Mine want me their way. I clean my room and my shoes But my mother found a box of blues, And there doesn't seem much hope They'll let me stay .Zoot suit, white jacket with side vents five inches long I'm out on the street again and I'm leaping along.Dressed right for a beach fight but I just can't explain why that uncertian feeling is here in my brain. Why do I have to be different to them? Just to earn the respect of a dance hall friend,We have the same old row, again and again. Why do I have to move with a crowd Of kids that hardly notice I'm around, I work myself to death just to fit in.I'm coming down Got home on the very first train from town. My dad just left for work He wasn't talking. It's all a game,'Cos inside I'm just the same, My fried egg makes me sick First thing in the morning.

1 comment:

Tommy DisCool said...

Damn, how did he get in here, I thought I'd go one to one, at least for a while.

That Don was quite the windmill, wasn't he? He could go on and on, choosing and burning books. There was no TV when he wrote, so people wanted a lot of words in order to read on and on. I never read much of him, but I understand he was a little nuts. I guess by burning or salvaging books you do describe a little of yourself. But who cares if they are but obscure references? Not I.

Only so much time and all those chapters - I hope your toe feels better in the morning - hang tough kid. You'll be Okay.

Tommy