Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Bulky Mittens

Whilst sitting in an airport I began the lyrics for the concept album outlined by Norm earlier in the blog. It is no masterpiece but it is a starting point. I see this as an exploration of the bubble boy's pain and his motivations for seeking a tattoo. I will re-write the lyrics for Dead End Town so that they reflect his frustration with the small minded predjudice of his peers.

V1:
My tender fingers burn and sting
no matter what the gauge of string
My bloody fingers trip and stick
I've tried prosthetic finger tips

Bridge:
Strings will chew my scaly claw
I've got bulky mittens on my paws

Chorus:
I can only trudge, I can only shuffle
In smaller circles inside my bubble
I can only chafe, I can only bleed
And these bulky mittens can't set me free


V2:
My breath it stinks, my skin has curled
my blood's allergic to the world
I've heard of Rollins, I've got The Who
The skin graft man won't get rid of you

Bridge:
A tattoo's ink will do for me
But nothing else will set me free

Chorus:
I can only trudge, I can only shuffle
In smaller circles inside my bubble
I can only chafe, I can only bleed
And these bulky mittens can't set me free

3 Comments:

Blogger silky-D said...

heart-rending, my man. How do you do it?

6/9/06 11:16  
Blogger Paddy said...

Exactly.

A tattoo's ink will do for me
But nothing else will set me free

sums it up nicely. The poor lad seeks to break away from the small circles in which he trudges, bleeding and chafing. He is fixating on the tattoo and the freedom it will bring as he dreams of joining his rock idols.

No cage can trap you so completely as a pair of Bulky Mittens.

I can imagine some sort of catchy, anthemic Offspring-style chorus with lots of "whoa whoooaa" kinds of things.

6/9/06 16:13  
Blogger Unrelenting Tedium said...

Thanks Dan. Clearly I have a gift. I would be negligent if I didn't share.

6/9/06 22:33  

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