Heres the thing - you really dont say anything nice about *me* specifically. At first glance, it seems like a love song, but what you *actually say* is that life (in general) is wonderful while Im in the world (generally). Its not *your* life and its not *your* world, its just generally a nice life for most people with me in the world. And thanks for the permission, I appreciate that I can tell everybody, but tell them what, exactly? That you wrote this song, yes, but its a song about writing a song. You sat on the roof, kicked off the moss, the sun was nice, thats great, but theres nothing about me. Its an ouroboros, its just an endlessly looping song about itself. And I get that youd like to create a sculpture or a... potion? (thats creepy), but I get a feeling that the sculpture would be of *you making a sculpture*. You want to buy me a house? Awesome, all you have to do is write about two dozen truly awful songs, have them become top ten hits and then use the money to buy me a house. But *this* is the song you wrote for me to brag about? IM NOT IN THE SONG. And... come on, the only time you specifically say anything about *me* (even comparisons to the brightness of the sun, you say people *like* you), you come right out and admit that youve *forgotten what color my eyes are*. Seriously? Its not that youre color blind, or smitten or whatever, YOU SAY YOU CANT REMEMBER. Next time you want me to tell everybody that you wrote a song for me, actually write a song for me. Then send me a note.
Posted on: Tue, 05 Aug 2014 14:29:10 +0000
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