My iPod seems to get rather depressed after long (long, long) periods of disuse. I plugged the little guy into my iBlaster orb this morning on an urge to stray away from random show tunes in the shower. What I got instead was... well... pretty morbid.
It began with Five for Fighting's "Superman (It's Not Easy)"
I wish that I could cry. Fall upon my knees.
Find a way to lie. 'Bout a home I'll never see.....
It may sound absurd. But don't be naive. Next came Tori Amos.
Me and a gun and a man on my back
but I haven't seen Barbados so I must get out of this.
You can laugh. It's kind of funny. Things you think, times like these... But, um... can we pick up the pace a bit, lighten the mood? Enter Peter Gabriel and Kate Bush.
No fight left or so it seems.
I am a man whose dreams have all deserted.
Ive changed my face, Ive changed my name.
But no one wants you when you lose.
Okay, I won't give up. I'm sure there will be a more festive song for my morning coffee. That's when Maia Sharp contributes "Something Wild."
You're so beautiful from where I stood.
So I chased you down and held you as close as I could.
That's when the fire turned cold.
Maybe you're not supposed to hold
something wild.
... and Sheryl Crow chimes in...
Your friends act sorry for me.
They watch you pretend to adore me.
But I am no fool to this game.
... right before James Taylor reminds me...
Nothing lasts forever, oh no
She gets the house and the garden
He gets the boys in the band
Some of them his friends
Some of them her friends
Some of them understand
... and the Motels add:
It's like I told you
Only the lonely can play
Maybe there's something good on TV.
Whether it was iProzac or iPaxil, the iPod found a happier place today. In fact, it's going a bit overboard to prove to me that everything fine, the world is full of rainbows, and it's in love.
