on this, the ninth valentine’s day the blog has seen, i think a love song is in order. and no, it’s not the one some unknown person was screaming somewhere nearby a little before dawn that went, “I HATE YOU, WHORE” — you had to be here to appreciate that little ditty.
this song was written for GIFT FOR A SPIDER but went unrecorded for a year or two. it just might be the most tender thing i’ve ever written, with gooey, heartwarming lines like, “for now, you can hide how ugly you are, but the makeup won’t stay on. it always runs when you cry — assuming you cry.”
i’m content to have no inspiration to write songs like this anymore, but i can’t say i don’t get a kick out of the venom. who says awful, soul-destroying, toxic relationships that last all of four weeks aren’t good for something?