"Emile Ajar"
Added 2022-05-30 16:00:00 +0000 UTCIt's the fifth Monday of a month! Time again for a free public post, available to all, subscribed or not. Here is a song I wrote and recorded about pseudonyms, misattribution of suicidal motivation, and apparent pointlessness of life on Earth. I don't believe anymore that life is nothing but "shitting and cutting off hair," but I do believe this was the best guitar solo I've pulled off in a song. When I was in the band Sleepwalker in WV, we played this song live a few times. I miss those folks a lot.
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Lyrics:
I was Emile Ajar, and this bullet is not for Jean.
It wasn't her in that scene if you look at her wiki,
plus she died in the '70s.
Screen as filter or screen as backdrop?
Are you adjective or are you object?
If you say what you mean, then you mean what you say.
That's just something automatic.
The earth is a smaller bit of dirt.
The sky is the absence of place.
All the body is is just a fucking face
that looks like hell when you haven't been drinking first.
Where is the pleasure in this?
This is shitting and cutting off hair.
There is food, but it costs, and there's always a boss.
Living is keeping a forced set of cares.
I was Emile Ajar, and this bullet is not for Jean.
It wasn't her in that scene if you look at her wiki,
plus she died in the '70s.
