Parody Of Life

I remember when I was writing this describing it to people as "a turbolaser critique of everything that is wrong with the world". Most of my previous work had been concerned with love, and it felt like time for a state-of-the-union address. I think it's got some shades of the dark sense of humour which would be part of my later work.

There's a reference in the first verse to a story that was in the news at the time, involving a mother and her son having a sexual relationship. The bit at the very end is based on food never looking the same when you buy it as it does in the adverts. Other than that, the things described are just pretty much metaphorical. I quite like the first few lines about the father eating his own children, I think that was based either on praying mantises or something similar which do something like that; or a god from some kind of mythology (I can't remember which) who did that; or perhaps a combination of both. This also includes a variation on another of my favourite lines I've written : "I caught my girl sleeping with my demons" ... which is written at the top of a page in my notebook and underlined; just one of those things that suddenly and randomly came to me.

Even though my notebook tells me I wrote this just in August 2004, I'm pretty positive I wrote the chorus quite a while before that. Might have just been one of those ideas I had kicking around but never got around to writing down. I'll try to find out the real date though ... I know no ones really interested right now, but I am for archival purposes, and hell, maybe one day someone will be interested. To anyone who might be even slightly interested in this blog, comment are welcome and encouraged.

Parody Of Life - August 2004

What is this world
Where a father eats his own children
So they don't grow up to murder him
And people accept it and go on with their lives?
Where a son and a mother can love one another
Carnally as though husband and wife?
Strange bedfellows find others falling behind
And cut them to lose the dead weight
As we fall under the shroud of a thickening cloud
In the guise of the hand of fate

Light a fire to burn Rome
In the space of just a day
And be proud that you've killed
So many along the way

Chorus:
All you people tell me
This is just how life should be
But when I look I see some kind of parody
A pale imitation of an artwork
A disease
A sick twisted joke and one
You try to sell me - Yeah

Took a walk down mainstreet
And six shots to the head
Two months later the medic brings me
Back to life just to say
"You'd be better off dead"
I see a brother wage war on his sister
For a chance to dance the pole
Turn around in time to catch a leader
Auction his immortal soul
I stand on trial before the court
What did I fucking do?
"The sentence" they say "is to conform
The crime is being you"

Chorus:
All you people tell me
This is just how life should be
But when I look I see some kind of parody
A pale imitation of an artwork
A disease
A sick twisted joke and one
You try to sell me - Yeah

Parody of life
I caught my girl the other night
She was sleeping with my demons
They just laughed and told me
That love had died
I caught the last train out to the real world
Population one
With that image burning in my eyes
Sleeping with my demons.....

Chorus:
All you people tell me
This is just how life should be
But when I look I see some kind of parody
A pale imitation of an artwork
A disease
A sick twisted joke and one
You try to sell me - Yeah

Guess I bought into it
But it's never quite how it looks in the adverts
Is it?