"Fool" - Cat Power

Hello All,

I’m sending out probably one of the deepest Cat Power songs in my opinion. I think it’s just about the citizens of our country and how we are so disconnected with the rest of the world. Or maybe it’s about how we’ve abandoned everything that truly matters in life in hopes of material pursuits.

This whole “bigger picture” idea really just disturbs me as a person and my outlook on mankind (or modern mankind, at least). Like, we all question ourselves at one point or another and say, “Fuck..is all this really worth it? What is this doing, really, for mankind?” And we see older folks and when they look back at their lives they remember only their friends and their passions. When they look towards their death, they would rather be in the company of those things.

You know what? I don’t care if I’m not speaking all prose-worthy right now; I’m working on all these crazy production calendars and it’s making me go crazy. Raleigh stopped by to see if I wanted to paddle out during lunch and he saw 5 calendars on my desk. He saw my NASCAR calendar on my wall and he saw my calendar on my computer screen. Now he must think I’m a calendar fiend. Like it’s a cracklendar more than anything else. Like I’ll go upstairs and rob Bon Appetit so I can by some mo’ calendars. Fuck it, Raleigh, you caught me, I can’t get enough. Kinda reminds me of this girl I know that has a sweet ass Rolex. I told her, “Why the hell do you have a Rolex when you’re always late? Motherfucker, if you rebuilt Stonehenge on your front lawn you’d still be late.” Maybe I can jack her for her watch and buy some calendars.

Well, crap (I’m retracing my steps). Yeah, well, what I’m saying is we all know that when we die, none of this matters. Can you really be passionate about a Prada bag? Like, I’m sure you can lust for it. But can you be passionate about it? Ok, another train of thought. Ok, uhh...lust is like fine but it’s so primal, so animalistic, “I like it. I want it.” But passion, passion is the intellectualization of lust. Human thought and all these emotionally, internalizing factors are what perpetuates lust to passion...like music. What I’m saying is that we are all trying to keep up with the Jones’s, but who are the Jones’s trying to keep up with? I can look at my life right now and tell you I want all this stuff (a cotton candy machine, a frog named Bertha, Tito’s Tacos) but even right now I can fast forward into my life and know that none of my wants and desires from childhood through adulthood will matter when I’m old. When the baby becomes the person, and in the later stages in life when the person becomes the baby again (and all the wisdom obtained in between); I won’t want anything different from what I wanted as a baby: people to love me, feed me, and change my diaper. Oh yeah, a succulent breast would be nice, too. It’s just this...damn...human intelligence..thing. It’s making us. So. Fucking. Stupid.

-- Sonnyred

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FOOL

Apartment in New York, London and Paris
Where will we rest, we're all living on top of it
It's all that we have the USA is our daily bread
And no one is willing to share it

Why can't we see our fortunancy
Living as legends have lived.
Bane and dismannered
We coax all the time
Knowing that nothing is left when we die

Come along Fool
A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected
It's not that it's bad. it's not that it's death
It's just on the tip of your tongue, and you're so silent

Wanting to live and laugh all the time
Sitting alone with your tea and your crime
Children with kids, and people with parents
Any which way there’s no past and no presence
When the day comes and all of them bums
Will reveal enchanting persons
Come along...

When it's a rut and baby's no luck
Half of it's misunderstanding love
The war we have won we're winning again
Within ourselves and within our friends
Come along...