Schmorgishborg

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Boxes

Love, love, love,
listen closely
Cuz I'll only say this once

Love, love, love
is a bold thing
it is something I've never touched

I am a man who gets quite lonely
and I only blame myself
Cuz I spent my life making money
and it's never been enough

Cuz we all know...

That we live inside these boxes
hoping someone will open us up
And we tell ourselves
that we know too well
than to open ourselves up

So
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la ,la
La, la, la, la

(I know that part might ruin the song, but I love it. It's so quirky and experimental and unpredictable.)

Run, run, run
till your legs ache
then watch the world rotate around

But we all spin at the same pace
and our heads don't ache at all
We are a race that keeps on running
till we find someone who knows
the tyrant that lives inside our rib cage (meaning...the heart)
the dictator below
Cuz we all know

That we live inside these boxes
hoping someone will open us up
And we tell ourselves that we know too well
than to open ourselves up

So...
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
...

Ok so the last part is kind of long, but whatevuh.
it's just an experimental song... i'm not putting my entire musical career (if we indeed call it that) upon this song, but it was fun. All of the instruments are real, and no, i wasn't drunk when I recorded it.

And now is the part of the blog where Isaac comes out and shares his little insight into what this song really means.
Hello, Isaac.

So i thought this one was pretty self-explanatory, but whatevuh. I'll explain anyway.

You know what's funny about humans? We spend our entire lives trying to find somebody who will love us, despite who we are and what we do, but are super hesitant to show anybody who we really are.

For example: :)
Say you're five years old.
"I'm five years old."
No, you dummy head. I mean pretend that you're five years old.
"I'm pretending that I'm five years old."
Very good. Now pretend that you have this awesome toy that you love with all your heart. It's sort of a part of you. You relate yourself with it because you've loved it and spend time with it ever since you were born. This toy is in a box, and you don't let anybody see it, because you know that they'll be repulsed by what it looks like. After all, it is a shredded up, drooled on, one-eyed, teddy bear (Did i not mention that part?). But your number one desire in life is for someone else to be able to love your one-eyed teddy bear just as much as you. What a dilemma. You want other people to love your teddy bear, but you don't want anyone to see it.
"That's not a very big dilemma."
You're a friggin five year old! These things matter to you, alright. Anyway, my main point is this.
This is what real grown up people do with their entire lives. We're all shredded up, drooled on, one-eyed teddy bears, due to all of the mistakes we've made and all of our faults. And we're all conscious of this fact. And our number one desire in life is for someone to be able to love us, despite all of our drool and one-eyed-ness, and faults. To love us because we are us. But at the same time we're so terrified to show anybody our real ugly selves, because our greatest fear is to be know, inside and out.

And this is one of the greatest dilemma's in human history.
And this is what Boxes is about.

The drunken Englishman chorus of La, la, la, la, really serves no purpose beyond the fact that it's fun to sing along with. Perhaps I shall record this song again, excluding the Englishmen.