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"Testing 1,2,3"

Driving to work today, the Barenaked Ladies started to whine on my car radio.

Better than the first time
Better than the worst time
If I could just reverse time
I'd be set


I still say they’ve got it good. They’re able to make money out of the misery.
If I were able to do that, I’d probably be a multi-billionaire.
Misery? I got lots of it.
If I put my misery on a garage sale I’d need a warehouse.

She got a new apartment
It's out on the escarpment
And in her glove compartment
Are my songs

She hasn't even heard them
Since she found out what the words meant
She decided she preferred them
All wrong


See? How many people can write a song using the work “escarpment”? Astig, di ba?

Testing 1,2,3
Can anybody hear me?
If I shed the irony
Would anybody cheer me?
If I acted less like me
Would I be in the clear?


Couple of weeks back, people in the office kept mentioning that I was “too happy”, “too cheerful”. They asked me what was wrong. Even client pointed it out. “He’s happy. Why?” And they talked about as if I wasn’t in the room. It was as if I was up to no good, like I was some sort of cheerful impostor--- hmmm, sounds like some wacko Doom Patrol villain: THE CHEERFUL IMPOSTOR! He takes the shape of cantankerous humans and messes up their lives by visiting their homes and workplace and doing good deeds.


Would anybody cheer me?
If I acted less like me


And on the other side of the mall, people were talking about how I never seemed to smile, that I whenever I walked in a room, it seemed like a dark cloud was following me around.

We recognize the present
Is half as pleasant
As our nostalgia for

The past'll be presented
Recast and reinvented
Until it's how we meant it


”Testing 1 2 3”… another song to add to my Soundtrack.


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