Uploaded on Sep 25, 2009
a faulty chromosome - little miracles
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So we're now time-traveling back to when our parents were kids, trying to understand what they had to face, and what they might have been thinking that lead up to our conception. I think it's the only way to make sense of what might otherwise seem crazy.
A girl growing up in the 50's and 60's was a second-class citizen, talked down to, treated like they had no potential to be anything more than a baby-making housewife, and so that's what many became. My grandmother devoted her entire life to caring for her children and husband, and now that her husband is gone and her children are grown, she has no idea what to do with her life, so she just sits and watches television that she doesn't even like, waiting to die.
My mother planned on doing the same thing, but hers was a smothering, conditional love, and my father ran away from the pressure.
So this song is about trying to see the root of all your parents problems. Seeing the desperation of wanting to be loved and cared for because it's all you know and you're terrified because no one taught you how to take care of yourself. And it's knowing that every time I was chased around the house to have my pants pulled down by this lunatic that would beat me as a screamed bloody murder, it was all this frustration and disappointment (and abuse of the Bible's "spare the rod" verse) that justified her actions as okay.
The tape recording at the end was my mother scolding my sister (then 4 years old) for throwing her cupcake wrapper (it was her birthday) and getting crumbs all over the floor.
The record after that was sampled from this very creepy album called "the talking record for girls" that was made in the 50's.
Lyrics
Baby! Let's make some love. If you get under the covers, I will try not to cry.
Oh, babe, please, come here, console me, i feel hollow and lonely without you inside .
Though the tactless things you say I find completely untrue.. like:
something-about floatin' in the ocean with cement shoes...
and I don't think I stick like cy ano uhh-crill-ate glue
but when we focus on my fears you know it makes me feel blue
so all my eggs are in one basket and that basket is you
and, well, i can not think of anything bet tter to do
Hey wouldja (BREATH!) look-at-that it's dinner time pretty soon
I will go microwave your favorite:
(BEEP BEEP..sigh "Sweatsons Hearty Beef stew: For the man in your life, but not for you!")
Hey neat, we made a baby! Yes,now ( I think? maybe?) I don't want to die... yeah!
It's so sweet., as if my heart exploded. it's like -- when i hold it -- i'm finally alive.
You know, makin' our little miracle is my greatest achievment
There's so much to talk about now, and i find that relieving
Oh, it's such a great distraction from our usual grieving
and I hope some motivation that will keep you from leaving.
And they're, uhh, cuter than a puppy, there's another good reason
But I'm sorry that I hurt you! Mommy isn't a meany
just tryin' ta teach you little lessons, when you're older you'll see
that I'm just doing this because I care, oh, you had better believe that!
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