Uploaded on Sep 18, 2009
a faulty chromosome - tippy-toes
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This is a song about trying not to go crazy in a society hell-bent on making you feel like you are. I am always called "weird" or "retarded" or "quirky" not because I am, but because I'm trying my best to do what I believe to be in my best interest of becoming a better person and helping fix society instead of worrying about what I look like, how I am thought of by others, or if I will be punished for my actions.
So this song is about learning how to ignore others when they criticize you for being different.
I want to have intelligent conversations, not blab about nothing. I am not a stick-in-the-mud because of this. I have no interest in gossip and celebrities and puffing my chest up to tell the best stories of how crazy my trip to Vegas was. I do not want to be embarrassed because something is personal. I want to share things! I want people to share with me! I want to be peaceful and learn how to see that when others get upset, it has everything to do with them and not with me. I do not want to give up! This world could be so much better if we could all do this, if we all didn't feel so ashamed of feeling scared about waking up in the morning. I'm not saying that we should be depressed, but rather we should be honest so that we can all feel less alone and have the strength to pursue what we wish we had the courage to do.
Lyrics
(intro... 4 deeeeeep breaths)
plum aplomb, here i come! treading steady, right on track
but gosh, I'm gauche! and such reproach asks for an acrobatic act to
block the boos, flout the fears and ignore all the itches
but, wait, no, don't look down! Don't look down! Don't look down! No, don't look, noooo!
in the nose, out the mouth mostly muffles all the screams.
-piece of cake, baby steps. home is closer than it seems.
see there is law, chaos, and -- nestled right in between the two extremes --
a perfect mean (but where is it? there? is it there?)
I''ve got this scientific hypothesis that proves an ataraxic path -- in fact -- can really exist
and -- though i dabble as an amateur funambulist --it sure rattles me, this prosody of "Plummet! Plummet! Plummet! Plummet! but still....
i do the tight rope on a slippery slope and hope those tripping tippy-toes can handle it.
quizzes, quarks, question marks, they're all lunging from my lips
why's and hows, qualms and doubts, it's a pretty gritty list
still a persist though pundits get miffed at my gift of gab
i'll gulp their gags and grasp their ax and hey, relax relax relax and..
grab a seat, take a nap, oh, your legs must be so tired
here's a drink. ice is nice, i can see that you've perspired
now have a hit 'n hit the brakes, but then i say something
spurning persiflage, suppressing shrieking "HELP ME! HELP ME! HEEEELP!"
are we all about ousting out original thought?
combining quotes and catch phrases with commercials we saw?
well, I'm grabbing up the gauntlet as the going gets gruff, bucking
bromide bumbles blathering glossolalia like blah blah blah blah and...
i do the tight rope on a slippery slope and hope those tripping tippy-toes can handle it.
can't retire when the heights seem dire,
i'll be spry above the mire
just a man on wire.
hobbling wobbily throughcircuitous routes,
with roof-to-roof proof,
'n yeayea u should see the view!
so.spare me unnecessary safety nets,
see, it's fruitless to fret.
Betcha I'll reach the end!
but quit cannonballing all of your fears at me
just please watch and see, i will secede with the trees
though I still have to tell myself all the time
"you're okay. You're alright." Yeah, I'm okay. I'm alright.
i do the tight rope on a slippery slope and hope our tripping tippy-toes can handle it.
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