"Yesterday" - Atmosphere

oh yeah,
you hear that good time, dixieland piano in the background? already, within the first 2 seconds you know you're in for a little jolly time, big ol' swirly lollipop the kind you get at six flags type songs, the ones where you're at the carnival and you want to get cotton candy but they ran out of blue and only had pink and somehow before you believed in that whole lame notion that if you got the pink then you were queer but then realized that the only thing queer was that train of thought so then you finally came to terms with the world and all the minuscule shit and how to disregard it so that you can just carry on with your sexuality in a confident and comfortable way and just enjoy your mother fucking cotton candy even though it's pink and you know what else you learn to let go of? you learn to let go of that whole notion of typing out the word motherfucker like no more should i spell it out proper because if i do it might sound too white and cheeseball or should i type it out like muthafucka because that's how eazy e spells it on his diss against dre that real muthafucking song and then again you start to think like muthafucka (or motherfucker) is spelling is name all wrong i mean he only has 4 letters in his name and he still manages to fuck it all up why should he be any type of attila and the bee authority when it comes to spelling bees you know what i mean, b? but then you forget all about it because no matter how you spell motherfucker all you want to do is express that feeling in your gut or on your mind where clean dictionary white linen words don't suffice or quite accurately convey the urgency of your thoughts and then you sit there still thinking whether or not you should spell it the white way or the black way what would the asian way be don't make fun of me now because i'll hurt you (muthafocka) but really no matter how you spell it you realize it all means the same so then you commit to just fucking typing it out however it comes out and your eyes ignore the backspace key because it doesn’t matter but if you were to insert a space between the compound words you might make it a little more dramatic and people will be convinced that you’re edgy and your mind is a clusterfuck but you’re willing to take the risk to have people think you’re just passionate along with you being edgy and your mind is being fucked clusterly way but whatever because now you're listening to this song and you're learning to let go of all that minuscia because you're realizing that this song is about slug talking to his dad because he passed away and then you feel a little bad because slug's dad is dead and then you go back to his lucy ford ep and conjure up his old songs and rediscover that his dad killed himself and now you feel kind of even more so bad.
but then the hammering of the piano keys sounds pretty jolly and lollipop and you can't help but feel like you're back in dixieland parasols and all and then the only thing dixie about your surroundings is the disposable plastic cup with remnants of whiskey and soda from more celebratory times you know the same cup that will end up choking some kind of sea creature in the ocean when you don't properly dispose of it and there's nothing dixie time about that so you say to yourself, next time I’m buying solo, motherfucker if you’re white muthafucka if you’re black I’m not sure how the Hispanic population addresses it because instead of calling you what you are they tell you what to do with the whole chinga tu madre thing and us asians we’re so porcelain and gentle and demure and docile but when you get that yellow rage boiling like the chicken flavored powder in a bowl of top ramen we scream from the top of our lungs
next time solo, muthafocka!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-- sonnyred

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