Someone posted a screenshot from the Funeral Mute video. If you haven't see that video, you can watch it here:
I hadn't watched it in a long time. In fact, it was never on my YouTube channel until we posted it very recently. Someone else had it from the MySpace days.
In watching it again, I noticed two things:
1. I was a brunette then!
2. I was very inside myself.
Funeral Mute was a big turning point for me. Even though it is the 4th song from PLAYGROUND ISOLATOR!, it was the last song I wrote on that record. It was the song when I started falling in love with writing again and caring less about what people thought about me. I wrote about a character (albeit, it was still me) but I had FUN with words again! The pressure of writing a hit song was lifted and the need to have a bunch of people hear what I was doing had dissipated into oblivion. While I was still suffering the effects of depression and relationship disaster, I experienced the joy of solitude...a very dark, brutal, isolated solitude, but I liked it ok nonetheless.
If you do the math in your own life, I am sure you spent too many hours in a wicked place. I am willing to bet most of you who had that record thought like I did. You were depressed, angry, lonely, upset, beside yourself...all of it. Being isolated from the spirit of play is a dirty place.
I hope that playing in the dirt is a better kind of messy for all of us!
I hope you are flying under the radar with a game plan...it does get better!!...or not. ha.
ROCK ON!
Karen :)
In watching it again, I noticed two things:
1. I was a brunette then!
2. I was very inside myself.
Funeral Mute was a big turning point for me. Even though it is the 4th song from PLAYGROUND ISOLATOR!, it was the last song I wrote on that record. It was the song when I started falling in love with writing again and caring less about what people thought about me. I wrote about a character (albeit, it was still me) but I had FUN with words again! The pressure of writing a hit song was lifted and the need to have a bunch of people hear what I was doing had dissipated into oblivion. While I was still suffering the effects of depression and relationship disaster, I experienced the joy of solitude...a very dark, brutal, isolated solitude, but I liked it ok nonetheless.
If you do the math in your own life, I am sure you spent too many hours in a wicked place. I am willing to bet most of you who had that record thought like I did. You were depressed, angry, lonely, upset, beside yourself...all of it. Being isolated from the spirit of play is a dirty place.
I hope that playing in the dirt is a better kind of messy for all of us!
I hope you are flying under the radar with a game plan...it does get better!!...or not. ha.
ROCK ON!
Karen :)
it's the bonesetter of the prizefighter
the bedsitter for the backbiter
the trigger finger of the gunslinger
the knuckleduster of the drillmaster
the forecaster of the floodwater
the flyswatter for the gravedigger
the bathwater of the freebaser
electric motor in a dumbwaiter
electric motor in a dumbwaiter
A FUNERAL MUTE...A FUNERAL MUTE
MOURNING ALL ALONE IN A TWO-PIECE SUIT
A FUNERAL MUTE...A FUNERAL MUTE
SHAKING THEIR HANDS AND SETTING HIS MOOD
BUT THIS IS HIDE AND SEEK IN MY GINGERBREAD HOUSE
FROM THE PAINTED LADIES WITH THEIR SILVERSPOON POUT
and it's the backwasher for the toastmaster
the backscratcher for the grandmaster
the translator for the great dictator
electric motor in a dumbwaiter
A FUNERAL MUTE...A FUNERAL MUTE
MOURNING ALL ALONE IN A TWO-PIECE SUIT
A FUNERAL MUTE...A FUNERAL MUTE
SHAKING THEIR HANDS AND SETTING HIS MOOD
BUT THIS IS HIDE AND SEEK IN MY GINGERBREAD HOUSE
FROM THE PAINTED LADIES WITH THEIR SILVERSPOON POUT
BUT NO ONE SEES THE TEAR HE PAINTED ON THIS PANTOMIME
...I'M BITING MY TONGUE ...AND BIDING MY TIME
YOU DON'T NEED ME TO HELP YOU START TO CRY
ALLE ALLE AUCH SIND FREI
the bedsitter for the backbiter
the trigger finger of the gunslinger
the knuckleduster of the drillmaster
the forecaster of the floodwater
the flyswatter for the gravedigger
the bathwater of the freebaser
electric motor in a dumbwaiter
electric motor in a dumbwaiter
A FUNERAL MUTE...A FUNERAL MUTE
MOURNING ALL ALONE IN A TWO-PIECE SUIT
A FUNERAL MUTE...A FUNERAL MUTE
SHAKING THEIR HANDS AND SETTING HIS MOOD
BUT THIS IS HIDE AND SEEK IN MY GINGERBREAD HOUSE
FROM THE PAINTED LADIES WITH THEIR SILVERSPOON POUT
and it's the backwasher for the toastmaster
the backscratcher for the grandmaster
the translator for the great dictator
electric motor in a dumbwaiter
A FUNERAL MUTE...A FUNERAL MUTE
MOURNING ALL ALONE IN A TWO-PIECE SUIT
A FUNERAL MUTE...A FUNERAL MUTE
SHAKING THEIR HANDS AND SETTING HIS MOOD
BUT THIS IS HIDE AND SEEK IN MY GINGERBREAD HOUSE
FROM THE PAINTED LADIES WITH THEIR SILVERSPOON POUT
BUT NO ONE SEES THE TEAR HE PAINTED ON THIS PANTOMIME
...I'M BITING MY TONGUE ...AND BIDING MY TIME
YOU DON'T NEED ME TO HELP YOU START TO CRY
ALLE ALLE AUCH SIND FREI