MONKEYS !

Y'all aint nuthin but SIGNIFYIN MONKEYS.   I had it with you.

Give me back my CDs and my stereophonic record player.

Give me back my first edition of Boccaccio. Give me back my memories of black & white TV.  Give me back my Vietnam War.  Give me back my Model A Ford.  

Y'all suck.

Time is approaching its fullness and the dreaded moon of doom is rising.

Buy your ticket out of the monkeyhouse HERE.

It's looking more and more like 3 people writing almost all of the boring journal posts here at Song Meanings under a variety of pseudonyms. 

However I, Nomad Monad, DEMAND recognition as The Most Boring Writer.

You'll never touch me so don't even TRY.

Don't even bother dipping your quill again, you mere drip on the mildewed scroll of antediluvian parchment, you cuneiform Cunégonde, you proto-Canaanite pottery fragment, you keyboarding failed clown and archeological relic unworthy of preservation in a third-rate underfunded Albanian museum... 

I, and I alone, dragged myself up from the protoplasmic slime to BORE you. 
I transitioned from amphibian to anthropoid before your mama even MET the postman. I stood upright upon the bloody battleground of evolutionary struggle and SELECTED MYSELF (naturally). Now pass that banana right here. 

                                           Behold: The Missing Link

For donkeys, happiness is the carrot dangled before them
which inspires to continue on the path of misery.
For sheep, happiness is the greener pasture beyond the overgrazed enclosure
whose access is guarded by the shepherd who works for the slaughterhouse.
For hungry lions, happiness is crossing the path of a distracted donkey or sheep.
For dinosaurs, happiness is knowing you can never become extinct.
For poets, happiness is a beautiful and eternal poem
that has never and can never be written.
For a happy person, the concept of happiness is superfluous.
For depressives, the concept of happiness is insult added to injury.
For children, happiness is something grown-ups talk about.
For adults, happiness increasingly becomes associated with childhood.

Happiness is overrated; suffering is more dependable, though less enjoyable.

SongMeanings turn gold:
Fallen leaves in the river
many sad voices

 Silverstein, Pig Destroyer, Phoenix,  and Tool totally ROCK     oh whoops - 
wrong thread there. Getting bit THREADBARE in my Alzheimers...
What I meant to say (ahem...) :

They was quotin' my boy Fred N. on SongMeanings again and I got my philosophical panties in a twist over it - that damn demon on the shoulder...

Listen people:
if you want to go with ACTIVE NIHILISM, fine. Go for it. It's a free country.
Go ahead and re-live endless iterations of your life over and over.
Affirm your own indomitable will and love meaninglessness in an amoral universe forevermore.  Great. Good luck and best wishes. 

On the other hand, if there is a Hell, you will be "up the creek", possibly for eternity. It is harder to be an active nihilist there...and what goes on in that place in no way detracts from the goodness of Almighty God.

So uhhhm - read the New Testament before you throw yourself into the abyss.

And please keep up the excellent commentary on all our favorite songs ☻

Yo wuz all chillen wit my lizard wen I gits dis feelin like Im all: dang. Reverted to ghetto grammar again. POlice git all up in my face an I wuz like: the F#@K you lookin at mutha F#@KA ? Yu think I ain't speak the Quing's English ? Yu think I ain't a playuh hatuh? They all: What ? Are you talking to me? So I'm like: I'm a mash up you HEAD wit my explicit grammar-based linguistic approach. Sheet, maing. Y'all think you dealin wit a semantic dim-wit? Y'all think I aint neva study no socio-linguistic strategies in an appropriate cultural context for radicalizing the potentialities of post-modern narratives? Oratory tradition as urban synthesis toward socioeconomic hetroglossia ?  Got my heteroglossic narrative goin ON, homie. My narrative narrated UGLY on yo MAMA. That's right.
Urban tradition as post-colonial subversion of linguistic hegemony - now git that left leg up on the table and move your grammar monitor. Like that - oooh yeah

footnote your doctoral dissertation on THAT - suckaz... [MLA citation style please]

guys big newz - just broke up with my TRULY EVIL ex.  yay for meeeeeeee !

The jerk.  He said he was the "Good Shepherd" oh yeah right lol !! The wanker stole my best eyeliner and kept killing my cats at midnite DUH freaking LOOOZER... i threw out the baby-skull cup he gave me (fake anyway of course. i hate hate hate that luciferian freak dont know whut I ever saw in him the lying 2-timing piece of SHAITAN !!  

http://tinyurl.com/kjzw46f

People keep responding to my private and personal testimonies posted here in the most INAPPROPRIATE ways.

How can people be so callous and indifferent to the emotional vulnerabilities I bring to the surface?

How can people respond so flippantly to my own tragicomedy laid out for all to see in the glaring light of a public music lyrics website?

Does no one hear my plea for sympathy?

I may have to start cutting my cucumbers and slashing my prices again...

...about the mysterious commenters and posters here @ Song Meanings who turn out to have only one journal post and never return again?

Are they real ?  - or are they just created to drive up the web traffic...

Or are they simply people with very short attention spans who entered our atmosphere and then burned out quickly like  small asteroids.