Off The Hook It doesn’t matter, what I say, When I never, listen to myself! I can keep on spouting bullshit! Lying about being, really happy! Lying about having shit together! I can keep on crying and moaning, Lying about any stinking thinking! For just as long, as you don’t want. Since nobody thinks I actually exist! Nobody gives a shit about who I am, Ain’t no gain without no damned pain! If I actually do my job right, Its your resolve, that breaks! Because the hook brings you back! I ain’t tellin’ you no lie! The hook brings you back, On that you can rely! There is something amiss, I am being insincere, In fact I don’t mean any of this, Still my confession draws you near, To further confuse the whole issue, I refer you to familiar long dead heroes, No matter how much Peter loved her, What made the Pan refuse to grow, Was that the hook brings you back! I ain't tellin' you no lie! The hook brings you back! On that you can rely. Suck it in, suck it in, suck it in, If you're Rin Tin Tin or Anne Boleyn! Make a desperate move or else you'll win, And then begin to see, What you're doing to me, This MTV is not for free, It's so PC it's killing me, So desperately I sing to thee of love! Sure but also rage and hate and pain and fear of self, And I can't keep these feelings on the shelf, I've tried, well no, in fact I lied, Could be financial suicide but I've got too much pride inside, To hide or slide! I'll do as I'll decide and let it ride till until I've died! And only then shall I abide by this tide, Of catchy little tunes, Of hip three minute diddies, I wanna bust all your balloons! I wanna burn of all your cities to the ground, But I've found, I will not mess around! Unless I play then hey, I will go on all day, Hear what I say! I have a prayer to pray, That's really all this was, And when I'm feeling stuck and need a buck, I don't rely on luck, Because the hook brings you back! I ain't tellin' you no lie! The hook brings you back! On that you can rely! But the truth of any hook, Is the hook, is off the hook! Is every dreamer’s nightmare! Reality is stranger than fiction! There ain’t no fool like an old fool! While taking the bait actually hurts! (Blues Traveler)
This one is in the category of personal egotistical bullshit. One of my sisters likes to tell endless stories. Such as, then I cooked breakfast and noticed a dog in the yard. She rambles to entertain herself so we try not to interrupt her too often. She's really sweet, but the idea is this is how we all talk to ourselves to some extent. Primitive tribes often compare it to the humor of cockroaches such as Groucho Marx, and some compare it to a cockroach with its head stuck up its own ass. That's a metaphor I'm saving for when inspiration strikes. Its by directly addressing these kinds of issues using contextual vagueness that it becomes possible to talk directly to another person's unconscious mind, and illustrate how it is related to our conscious thought processes.
Here's the real lyrics to hook by blues traveller "Hook" It doesn't matter what I say So long as I sing with inflection That makes you feel I'll convey Some inner truth or vast reflection But I've said nothing so far And I can keep it up for as long as it takes And it don't matter who you are If I'm doing my job then it's your resolve that breaks Because the Hook brings you back I ain't tellin' you no lie The Hook brings you back On that you can rely There is something amiss I am being insincere In fact I don't mean any of this Still my confession draws you near To confuse the issue I refer To familiar heroes from long ago No matter how much Peter loved her What made the Pan refuse to grow Was that the Hook brings you back I ain't tellin' you no lie The Hook brings you back On that you can rely Suck it in suck it in suck it in If you're Rin Tin Tin or Anne Boleyn Make a desperate move or else you'll win And then begin To see What you're doing to me this MTV is not for free It's so PC it's killing me So desperately I sing to thee Of love Sure but also of rage and hate and pain and fear of self And I can't keep these feelings on the shelf I've tried well no in fact I lied Could be financial suicide but I've got too much pride inside To hide or slide I'll do as I'll decide and let it ride until I've died And only then shall I abide this tide Of catchy little tunes Of hip three minute ditties I wanna bust all your balloons I wanna burn all your cities to the ground I've found I will not mess around Unless I play then hey I will go on all day. Hear what I say I have a prayer to pray That's really all this was And when I'm feeling stuck and need a buck I don't rely on luck because The Hook brings you back I ain't tellin' you no lie The Hook... On that you can rely
My poems are all mathematical, public domain, and anyone can improve on their mathematics at any time. Whenever possible, they include nothing but commonly used phrases, song lyrics, characters from literature, and all the salt-of-the-earth metaphors you can imagine. They are all extrapolated from the Tao Te Ching and their mathematics say everything and nothing, and they even come in specific shapes, simply due to their mathematics. I used this song in particular, because it expresses adult potty humor in a way that nothing else does, that is extremely vague. Hence, the additions I made to the song show how its vagueness can be extrapolated even further to express potty humor more fully. In a word, it express the yin-yang dynamics of the song, or bullshit logic, more fully as contextual vagueness that obeys a multifractal equation. You could say my version includes more details about how we lie to ourselves, pretending we are Peter Pan or Tom Sawyer or whoever. Puberty must be delayed, and children will often deliberately tell adults not to rush their development by talking about such things. They are protecting themselves and waiting for nature to take her course. The same tactic is something we can use as adults to fool ourselves into doing foolish things, by blinding ourselves to the truth. It is a neotenic tendency, or the retention of a youthful feature, that can only be addressed in a holistic manner, with our poetry being capable of being interpreted however anyone wants, including expressing metamorphic effects such as puberty. His choice of Pan was brilliant as are all the lyrics and I hear he puts on quite the concert to attend. His romanticism and idealism come across in everything he does.
No problem, its just 12,000 year old potty humor and people can compare the differences. Sometimes, the best feedback I get from people is their mistakes.
