October 7, 2007

Do I stress you out
My sweater is on backwards and inside out
And you say how appropriate
I don’t want to dissect everything today
I don’t mean to pick you apart you see
But I can’t help it
There I go jumping before the gunshot has gone off
Slap me with a splintered ruler
And it would knock me to the floor if I wasn’t there already
If only I could hunt the hunter

And all I really want is some patience
A way to calm the angry voice
And all I really want is deliverance
Do I wear you out
You must wonder why I’m so relentless and all strung out
I’m consumed by the chill of solitary
I’m like Estella
I like to reel it in and then spit it out
I’m frustrated by your apathy
And I am frightened by the corrupted ways of this land
If only I could meet the Maker

And I am fascinated by the spiritual man
I am humbled by his humble nature
What I wouldn’t give to find a soulmate
Someone else to catch this drift
And what I wouldn’t give to meet a kindred
Enough about me, let’s talk about you for a minute
Enough about you, let’s talk about life for a while
The conflicts, the craziness and the sound of pretenses
Falling all around. All around
Why are you so petrified of silence
Here can you handle this?

Did you think about your bills, your ex, your deadlines
Or when you think you’re gonna die
Or did you long for the next distraction
And all I need know is intellectual intercourse
A soul to dig the hole much deeper
And I have no concept of time other than it is flying
If only I could kill the killer

All I really want is some peace man
a place to find a common ground
And all I really want is a wavelength
All I really want is some comfort
A way to get my hands untied
And all I really want is some justice…

All I Really Want by Alanis Morissette

I think Alanis Morissette is my current favorite artist. I used to hear her vicariously when I hung out with a good childhood friend. But this is the first time I’ve really listened to her. And I’m stunned by the honesty in her lyrics.

Of course, she’s just another lens to view reality through. In this case, the lens of someone thoroughly sick of all the acts that everyone puts on to get through the day. I like that lens every now and then.

But then I have to get back in the fray, realize it’s all a joke, but that if the joke’s all there is, might as well get to the punch line.


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  1. Mrs. O said

    Alanis- I was a huge fan in high school! I still love listening to her music once in a while. I agree, she has some great lyrics, she really makes you think (and her music is good enough that even when you don’t want to think you can still enjoy it!!). Here’s another song of hers…


    You know how us catholic girls can be
    We make up for so much time a little too late
    I never forgot it, confusing as it was
    No fun with no guilt feelings
    The sinners, the saviors, the loverless priests
    Ill see you next sunday

    We all had our reasons to be there
    We all had a thing or two to learn
    We all needed something to cling to
    So we did

    I sang alleluia in the choir
    I confessed my darkest deeds to an envious man
    My brothers they never went blind for what they did
    But I may as well have
    In the name of the father, the skeptic and the son
    I had one more stupid question

    (repeat chorus)

    What I learned I rejected but I believe again
    I will suffer the consequence of this inquisition
    If I jump in this fountain, will I be forgiven

    (repeat chorus)

    We all had delusions in our head
    We all had our minds made up for us
    We had to belive in something
    So we did

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