Work on the house has been dragging on. Mostly because my army of one is wearing down.
Newt took ReeRee for a couple days, so I could try to finish… something! I like checking things off my list and so far I have an entire list of partially done projects.
To try to kill the boredom of mudding beads around the windows and doors, I brought my new Johnny Cash CD to the “new” house.
At first, I listened to all the songs. Then I mixed it up with random selection. Then I realized I how long I was mudding and how little I was getting done when the songs started over.
So I kept “Hurt” playing. Over and over and over. For a whole afternoon. Time flies when you can’t tell how many hours you’ve been mudding trimwork.
I have a talent of listening to a song a million times and not remembering how it goes. Then I wondered what the song is about-did Johnny beat his battle with cancer? Or did his wife die?
I listened to the song so many times, I started guessing myself on the words.
So I looked up the lyrics and you will see, I was wrong about most of the song.
(originally by Nine Inch Nails-WHAT? 9 ” Nails, Johnny didn’t write the song!)
I hurt myself today (I shot myself in the hand with a staple gun, but that was last weekend)
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain (Yep, I must have hit a nerve with the staple. The hand is a little tingly.)
The only thing that’s real
The needle tears a hole (ouch)
The old familiar sting (I hear ya, Johnny. Had a few injections in my life…)
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything (The feel-good drugs haven’t kicked in yet)
What have I become
My sweetest friend (I thought it was “Swedish” friend for a while)
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt (Estate planning anyone?)
I will let you down (Sounds like Estate Planning or lack of)
I will make you hurt (Like the staple gun hurt?)
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar’s chair (I thought it was “wired” chair. Again, I thought the song was about Johnny’s battle with cancer. Nine Inch Nails ruined that thought.)
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair (But a good mudder can fix about any broken drywall hole. Broken thoughts-no.)
Beneath the stains of time (Who wrote this song? It is so descriptive!)
The feelings disappear (Old hurts- gone. Old people seem to mellow with age.)
You are someone else
I am still right here (Coming from the guy who just asked who he was a chorus ago… Either he is mental or the drugs via the needle sting kicked in.)
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
The CD player refused to play the next day. I killed it with “Hurt”.