Amanda Palmer | The Point of It All
Oh what a noble distiguished collection of fine little friends you have made
Hitting the tables without you again “No, we’ll wait. No, we promise we’ll wait.”
June makes these excellent sewing machines out of common industrial waste
She spends a few months at a time on the couch
But she’s safe she wears shades she wears shades
Oh but no one can stare at the wall as good as you, my baby doll
And you’re aces for coming along, you’re almost human after all
And you’re learning that just ‘cause they call themselves friends doesnt mean they’ll call
They made the comment in jest
But you’ve got the needle, I guess that’s the point of it all
Maybe a week in the tropics would help to remind you how nice life can be
We propped you right up in a chair on a deck with a beautiful view of the sea
But a couple weeks later we came back and you and the chair were nowhere to be seen
You had magically moved to the closet, eyes fixed on the spot where the dryer had been
Oh yes no one can stare at the wall as good as you, my baby doll
And you’re aces for coming along, you’re almost human after all
Why on earth would I keep you locked up in here where you so love the fall?
The pattern’s laid out on the bed
With hundreds of colors of thread
But you’ve got the needle, I guess that’s the point in the end
It’s better to waste your life watching the scenery change at a comatose rate
Than to put yourself in it and turn into one of those cigarette ads that you hate
And while you were sleeping some men came around, said they had some dimensions to take
I’m not sure what they were talking about but they sure made a mess of your face
But still no one can stare at the wall as good as you, my baby doll
And you’re aces for playing along, you’re almost human even now
And just ‘cause they call themselves experts doesn’t mean sweet fuck all
Oh they’ve got the permanent press and homes with a stable address
And they’ve got excitement and life by the fistful but you’ve got the meaning
I guess that’s the point of it all
the main cop who confronted me was PISSED, or at least he felt it was his job as a cop in front of all these people to ACT PISSED. i wonder about him. he was nice to me later. i think maybe they were doing a bad-ass cop show for the collected crowd. he started yelling at me for disrespecting a national monument, being half-naked (huh?), and generally “starting a ruckus”…the open container didn’t help. i didn’t argue. if i’ve learned anything in my life, you don’t argue with cops. ever. ever. especially in front of their countrymen.
