Текст (слова) песни: Throwing Muses - An Intimate Conversation

Kristin: there was a girl named pike.

Pike was different from the other kids in some ways.

She had huge yellow teeth which jutted out from her face,

Particularly when she was angry and curled her lips back.

Her favorite food was oatmeal, gummy and sticky and glue-like.

Actually, it was her only food.

Pikes mother would try to feed her pop-tarts and fish sticks,

But pike would calmly remove the offensive food and fix

Herself a bowl of oatmeal which she would strap onto her

Head with scotch tape, and then walk around the house

While she ate, masticating wildly.

Pikes manner of dress was odd.

She refused to wear any shoes,

But some ratty old platforms

Shed found in the garbage.

You couldnt tell they were ratty and old, though

As she had covered them with tinfoil

David: for these reasons alone,

Pike was ostracized at school.

The other children picked on her,

Called her mary and other names,

Pulled her hair and stuff.

It was difficult for them to accept her into the

Peer group, given her idiosyncrasies.

Pike was different.

Often, her mother would have little fits,

When she could take pikes strangeness no more,

Ranting about what had she done wrong,

And how she could have raised her weird daughter differently,

And why did her weird daughter do this to her.

These fits had no effect on the girl however,

Pike would merely place one hand aside each eye and stare directly ahead,

Sometimes lending a swift kick in her mothers shin.

Kristin: even the family dog, mike,

Seemed determinedly against her.

He was always nipping her feet

And chasing her into rooms where she didnt want to be.

But the last straw was the morning she woke to a pair of

Aerobic shoes sitting by her bed.

Accustomed to these minor intrusions,

She stepped over them and reached for her ratty platforms.

They were gone.

At least they werent where she left them.

She called for her mother and inquired as to their location,

But there was no answer, and there were no ratty platforms

Anywhere in the apartment, only a pile of broken glass

In front of the shattered living room window.

And there on the sidewalk, four stories down,

Lay here special tinfoil shoes in a tattered heap.

David: as she swept up the glass fragments,

Pike decided to leave.

This was not a difficult decision,

Given that mike was biting at her heels and barking very loudly.

She leapt over the mongrel and had just enough time to grab some

Provisions and some tape, before mike lunged.

Pike ran barefoot into the elevator, panting.

It felt good to leave.

She hated the apartment and that stupid dog.

In fact, she hated the whole city.

But she loved her shoes,

And even her yellow jutting teeth,

No matter how unpopular they were at school.

Pike walked barefoot out onto the street,

Barefoot along the sidewalk,

Scooped up her shiny, rumpled platforms

And continued barefoot along the road.

Kristin: as the noises of the city faded,

She discovered a whole new world,

A lot of green, and room for bird sounds.

Cars didnt drive so fast,

And children played happily.

They didnt seem to be full of pop-tarts and fish sticks.

On and on she walked, and soon came to a stream.

On and on she walked through the stream,

Against the current, her platforms dangling from her shoulder.

As dusk gathered and night began to fall,

The sounds of greenness enveloped her.

She caught sight of that for which she had been searching:

A big square entirely filled with grass.

She then knew what she had been born to do.

Calmly she stepped out of the stream and

Into her shoes and walked towards it.

She poured some oats right out of the packet, into the

Bowl and taped herself to it.

Slowly, she walked to the middle of the field,

Looked up to the stars and masticated wildly.

What blood type do you have?

David: I dont know. Ive never been-- I dont think Ive ever--

Kristin: there are only a few. you could just say one.

David: o

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You couldnt tell they were ratty and old, though As she had covered them with tinfoil David: for these reasons alone, Pike was ostracized at school. The other children picked on her, Called her mary and other names, Pulled her hair and stuff. It was difficult for them to accept her into the Peer group, given her idiosyncrasies. Pike was different. Often, her mother would have little fits, When she could take pikes strangeness no more, Ranting about what had she done wrong, And how she could have raised her weird daughter differently, And why did her weird daughter do this to her. These fits had no effect on the girl however, Pike would merely place one hand aside each eye and stare directly ahead, Sometimes lending a swift kick in her mothers shin. Kristin: even the family dog, mike, Seemed determinedly against her. He was always nipping her feet And chasing her into rooms where she didnt want to be. But the last straw was the morning she woke to a pair of Aerobic shoes sitting by her bed. Accustomed to these minor intrusions, She stepped over them and reached for her ratty platforms. They were gone. At least they werent where she left them. She called for her mother and inquired as to their location, But there was no answer, and there were no ratty platforms Anywhere in the apartment, only a pile of broken glass In front of the shattered living room window. And there on the sidewalk, four stories down, Lay here special tinfoil shoes in a tattered heap. David: as she swept up the glass fragments, Pike decided to leave. This was not a difficult decision, Given that mike was biting at her heels and barking very loudly. She leapt over the mongrel and had just enough time to grab some Provisions and some tape, before mike lunged. Pike ran barefoot into the elevator, panting. It felt good to leave. She hated the apartment and that stupid dog. In fact, she hated the whole city. But she loved her shoes, And even her yellow jutting teeth, No matter how unpopular they were at school. Pike walked barefoot out onto the street, Barefoot along the sidewalk, Scooped up her shiny, rumpled platforms And continued barefoot along the road. Kristin: as the noises of the city faded, She discovered a whole new world, A lot of green, and room for bird sounds. Cars didnt drive so fast, And children played happily. They didnt seem to be full of pop-tarts and fish sticks. On and on she walked, and soon came to a stream. On and on she walked through the stream, Against the current, her platforms dangling from her shoulder. As dusk gathered and night began to fall, The sounds of greenness enveloped her. She caught sight of that for which she had been searching: A big square entirely filled with grass. She then knew what she had been born to do. Calmly she stepped out of the stream and Into her shoes and walked towards it. She poured some oats right out of the packet, into the Bowl and taped herself to it. Slowly, she walked to the middle of the field, Looked up to the stars and masticated wildly. What blood type do you have? David: I dont know. Ive never been-- I dont think Ive ever-- Kristin: there are only a few. you could just say one. David: o Нравится песня? 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