Threes

Revisiting/revising an old post that I can’t find anymore.

(Sung to the tune of Radiohead’s “Creep”)

 

When you were here before

You couldn’t look me in the eye

My shots float like feathers

My threes make you cry

You shoot like a failure

In a pine-floor world

You wish for a technical

It’s no fucking technical

 

Cause that’s a three

That’s a winner

Get that weak shit outta here

That shit don’t belong here

 

I don’t care if it hurts

I’m gonna pick-n-roll

I’m gonna drive my body

I’m gonna have control

I want you to notice

As I rain ‘em down

You wish for a technical

It’s no fucking technical

 

Cause that’s a three

That’s a winner

Get that weak shit outta here

That shit don’t belong here

 

You’re crying for a whistle

Your game is weak so run

run run run

 

Whatever makes the highlights

Whenever I dunk

You’ll wish for a technical

That’s no fucking technical

 

Cause that’s a three

That’s a winner

Get that weak shit outta here

That shit don’t belong here

The Great Defer-er

A request from a friend:

“…a song that expresses love and longing and whatnot?”

Provide a list: Bahamas, Dawes, Wilco, Owen, Red House Painters…

“You’re a reservoir of pain.” A catalogue of songs and no one to play them for.

When I finish my classes, then I can start writing. When I finish writing, then I can publish. When I finish a publication, then I can work on my CV. When I finish my CV, then I can go on the job market. When I go on the job market, then I can get a job. When I get a job, then I can slowly pay my debts. Once my debts are paid, then I can meet someone.

But not yet. I’m not ready right now.

I’m never ready right now.