I am not even sure what a malice would look like
So I’m sitting up here in the Fortress of Solitude winding down for the day, getting ready to dive back into the kinda lame Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal and chilling out to some Kenny Rogers. I was in the mood for Kenny. Anyway, I’m up here singing along to “Lucille” and things are going well when suddenly Kenny and I seriously diverge on the lyrics.
He’s singing, “The big hands are callous. He looked like a mountain. For a minute I thought I was dead.”
I’m singing, “His big hands were calloused. He looked like a malice. . . ”
I’ve been singing this song for probably close to three decades and it’s only tonight that I realized he doesn’t look like a malice. This is even more disillusioning then when I realized around the age of 12 that she was leaving four hungry children and not four hundred children.
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‘lamb’ was not lame. ’twas awesome!
p.s. happy new year!
12 Jan 08 at 10:16 am #I am pretty sure I am the only person on the planet who is underwhelmed by Lamb.
12 Jan 08 at 10:19 am #you love arsonist and dis chris moore? definitely a sign of a coming apocalypse.
12 Jan 08 at 8:02 pm #As a kid, for some reason, I decided that I would judge my own “oldness” by comparing my age to Kenny Rogers’ age. I figured that when Kenny Rogers died, I’d know I was old. I had this strange fascination with him and his songs.
It’s funny to read about “Lucille,” ’cause I also thought he was saying “four hundred children” when I was a kid.
As for “Lamb,” everyone I know has read it, yet I have been unable to get motivated enough to read it. Maybe that makes me even more underwhelmed than you (since I won’t even crack it open), or does that even count?
And totally off topic: You are so teh roxorz, Jodi!
13 Jan 08 at 3:09 am #