in a strange land

Today at the gym I ran next to a Hasidic woman. She wore a skirt, a shirt, a shirt, and a coral-pink head wrap. And she had staring eyes. Well, of course! When I run I look like a maniac. I sing along, under my breath in theory, to whatever I’m listening to. And since I ALWAYS listen to the Oblivians while I run, I was mouthing this:

Eight years of therapy it wasn’t enough
Dirty magazines, no they’re never enough…
Pre-teens, cocaine, money and lies [ice? knives?–ed.]
Nothing seems to get my love alive
I try real hard, I try all the time
Nothing seems to get my love alive
I read it up in a book
Nothing works
It’s never enough

So it’s funny, right, that I’m singing this next to a woman who’s most likely never experienced a, um, EVENT, let alone pre-teens, cocaine, money, and lies? Though maybe Eric O has more in common with a Hasidic woman than one might think. Cause once she got a taste, it would probably never be enough for her, either.

by Left Hook | 15 February 2007 | cute | Comments