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you draw the crowd and I'll provoke it
"Dirty" - a new original song by me.
Lyrics:
Pulling tractors with your teeth
With bedroom slippers on your feet
It’s the end of the day and you’re still scheming
You invite me to play with you
Please excuse me if I’m late
I need to step on all these rakes
So embarrassed and bruised, I must be dreaming
That you still want me here with you
Now I know we can’t just do anything we wantsta
Cuz I got the kids and you got the monster
But the house that you’re building is solid and sturdy
And it’s no big deal if we get a little dirty
Once we get this off of our chest
We roll around in our beautiful mess
Is it crazy to think that I have a place here?
That I can be this way with you?
What is it you’re afraid I’ll see?
You never need that mask with me
It feels crazy to think that we’re both safe here
Makes you wonder what we could do
Now I’m try’na sort through my mental wreckage
You’re yelling at your laptop’s error message
We get rattled by our battles and we feel unworthy
So if we’re gonna get through it then we’re gonna get dirty
You light the fire and I will stoke it
You draw the crowd and I’ll provoke it
You track the bear and I will poke it
I’ll poke the bear
Shit I just poked a bear
Now you’re commander of the station
Mistress of the winter constellations
I’m a sad troubadour who’s finally singing
I’m writing this first song for you
Yeah neither one of us has ever learned to be flirty
You start gettin' really silly and I get too wordy
But you're clockin' what I’m talkin' when I’m rockin' it nerdy
We can shower in an hour but for now we’re just dirty
Yeah I don’t give a shit about how anybody ranks us
(You drop it like a hobbit when I’m poppin' off Jersey)
It don’t matter that you’re scattered, my attachment style is anxious
(I’m stacking up the gadgets while you’re keeping it yurty)
Cause we’re cooler and we’re wiser now than we were in our thirties
(You're scratchin' it in Latin and I’m workin' it qwerty)
We can weather it together so we better get dirty
A solid bit, an easy laugh
“Running Gag”
An original song by me, Paul Fidalgo.
Lyrics:
Alright, you know, how on Saturday Night Live they tell a
Joke, a lot, until it isn’t funny anymore
Well that’s as good a way as any to tell
You about myself and how I manage to
Relate to those unfortunate enough to find
Themselves involved in intimate relations with a
Man who can’t assemble a coherent personality
I guess that what I’m sayin’ is I’m a
Punchline
A solid bit
An easy laugh
I can be your running gag
Hold on, I think that I just caught you crack a
Smile, a ray of hope that tells me that you might look
Past the crap and understand the little boy who
Had a lot of trouble making friends, okay
I’ll stop, you’re right, it’s probably too early to
Begin to dump the bullshit that I put up with when
I was twelve, but it’s kind of important if you
Want to know more about me than that I’m just a
Punchline
A solid bit
An easy laugh
I can be your running gag
I’ll slay the crowds
I’ll impress your mom
I can be your stand-up man
And I promise not to cry
In front of you
Refresh my brain, what is it we were just talking
About? Oh yeah, I was going on about how
I can use self-deprecating humor as a
Way to hide, but we can change the subject but
Before we do I just want to be clear that I am
Not a nut; a little on the spectrum but I
Swear it’s not something you need to be concerned
About. Just keep on telling yourself that I’m just a
Punchline
A solid bit
An easy laugh
I can be your running gag
I’ll slay the crowds
I’ll impress your mom
I can be your stand-up man
This just came right out of the blue.
A cover of Marshall Crenshaw’s “Tell Me All About It,” performed by me, Paul.
Like a sore thumb
“Jut”
An original song, written and performed by me, Paul.
Lyrics:
Back when I was lonely oh I could not comprehend
Why my species had decided that I was not one of them
Got my diagnosis and I wrestled with my pain
I made friends with my weirdness, now I’m lonely just the same
But perhaps I only serve as a reminder of the truth
That not everyone is beautiful or revels in their youth
And while no one will admit it we all feel it in our guts
That while all the pieces fit so nicely
All I do is jut
I don’t know who to talk to and I don’t know who to trust
Though I’ve tried to imitate the moves the TV said I must
The glow from my small candle tells the world what I’m about
But its light reflects and redirects to something sticking out
Now I try to take into account my old proclivity
To presume that anybody’s given any thought to me
And I know that to all thoughts of hope my mind has long since shut
But that filthy fucking fact remains that
All I do is jut
Like a sore thumb
Now I’m a tolerable person, by now I’m sure you’ve found
And you can have a beer with me when there’s no one else around
But I will understand it when your real friends arrive
If you excuse yourself politely and pretend I’m not alive
I could be a great companion, and a true friend to you all
But no one responds to questions or will answer when I call
Oh how much I’d love to reach out and pull myself out of this rut
But your averted gaze confirms that
All I do is jut
Like a sore thumb