Jeremy
Someone tell me why I stopped listening to Cheville, again?
Though, someone random who posted on the internet was right. It does seem like they're trying to emulate a bit of Tool, at least with the vocals. Just a bit, though. The music behind it, no. Cheville's less bass reliant. I hardly hear it. Though, they leave the instruments in the background somewhat, something Tool would... never do. And Tool... you can hear the bass so much. So. So much. I hear the bass in their songs, and I just think... classic fracking Tool.
Thinking of Tool, I heard one or two King Crimson songs, one of Tool's huge influences. I think I remember hearing a bit of something that sounded like Tool... but not much. Though, they are ok from what I heard. Didn't hear much, though, and I didn't remember it.
The song Jeremy by Pearl Jam is sad to me. Really sad. For some reason, it reminds me of Cuthbert. But, really. Whoever would be in Jeremy's shoes, I feel sorry for. It might really not seem that bad, but loneliness is actually a pretty bad thing to put a child through. Not having any friends, being picked on at school, having parents that ignored you most of your early life, that's something I'm never letting my child go through. That song just makes me so sad. *plays it again*
"At home, drawing pictures
Of mountain tops, with him on top
Lemon yellow sun
Arms raised in a V
The dead lay in pools of maroon below"
I remember my friend from childhood, her name was Lindsey. Well, she wasn't really a friend, but we role played together. Before then, I never role played with anyone, but myself. I'd get in a room alone, just pretending. A lot of kids did it, I'm sure, but I did it obsessively, and I was more than glad to share my obsession with someone else.
"Clearly I remember, picking on the boy
Seemed a harmless little fuck
Ooh, but we unleashed a lion
Gnashed his teeth and bit the recess lady's breast
Oh, how can I forget
And he hit me with a surprise left
My jaw left hurtin, ooh dropped wide open
Just like the day
Oh, like the day I heard"
"And he hit me with a surprise left...." I remember when I hit someone for picking on me. WHAM. Right in the gut. Harder than I thought I could hit. The guy was like... down. And I just stood there, blinking. I felt bad, but at the same time, for a moment, I felt really good. I'd never hit anyone for picking on me before. The times someone did pick on me, I'd just sit there. I didn't speak when I was a kid, unless spoken to. I really was kind of weird, I guess.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, who?"
No one remembered Jeremy, I guess. Maybe I should give Lindsey a ring or send a letter or something. I don't even know where she lives or anything.
I remember this time when I was going to third grade for the first time. I walked in, and there was a bunch of people, with their parents, playing with toys and stuff. I sat down, and, lol, I didn't play with anyone or anything since I hadn't asked. I always ask people and stuff.
Another time, they said for us to get in a line and stay quiet and not move, and I was so scared. I thought I was going to move or something, and they'd yell at me. That was like... fifth grade. And they started talking about colors and stuff, and how when you put red in white, that the white is permanently stained. They were talking about sinning and doing drugs and having sex. I was the oldest there, since it only went up to fifth grade. What did they expect from us? Nonetheless, I listened, and I nodded.
I'm so introspective today, and remniscent. I don't know why. Weird. I don't know... I just don't really like thinking about the past. It's not like it was horrible or anything, I just don't like thinking about it.
I sort of have a hatred for Kentucky. Not because of the place, but because of the people. It's weird to say, but they were all old fashioned and stuff, and because of that, everyone was so strict that I just... I never spoke. I was too scared. I probably never stood up to my mom until I was 12. That was two years of living in Florida.
It scares me, though. The children in Florida are too wild. I needed something really wild to change my fear of standing up, but just learning to be wild straight from birth isn't good. I'd never raise a child here. Children here tend to be way too rebellious and influenced in ways I don't exactly value or approve of. While there are good people here, it's too easy to be lost in the wave of idiots that I see.
I wouldn't raise a child in Kentucky either, though. Fuck no. I love my children, thank you. I don't have any, but I mean that I will unless they turn evil or something. And I probably still would love them.
I don't know. I think I'm a bit screwed up because of the way I was raised. I get the feeling that I lost the balance that I needed, as to when I should act and how much. I always try not to act, and thus when I do, I let everything out, because I think I need to act, and I yell and scream and curse, and fuck things over with people. I don't yet have the ability to act for lesser things in a lesser way, and thus I overreact when I'm feeling like standing up, and underreacting when I really need to say something.
Sometimes I don't even know anymore.
"At home, drawing pictures
Of mountain tops, with him on top
Lemon yellow sun
Arms raised in a V
The dead lay in pools of maroon below
Daddy didn't give attention
To the fact that mommy didn't care
King Jeremy the wicked
Oh, ruled his world
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
Clearly I remember, picking on the boy
Seemed a harmless little fuck
Ooh, but we unleashed a lion
Gnashed his teeth and bit the recess lady's breast
Oh, how can I forget
And he hit me with a surprise left
My jaw left hurtin, ooh dropped wide open
Just like the day
Oh, like the day I heard
Daddy didn't give affection, no
And the boy was something that mommy wouldn't wear
King Jeremy the wicked
Oh, ruled his world
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in... class today...
Who...
Try to forget this (try to forget this)
Try to erase this (try to erase this)
From the blackboard...
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in, spoke in
Jeremy spoke in, spoke in...
Jeremy spoke in, class today...
Who...
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, who?"
Now I'm listening to Jimmy by Tool. Maybe I have problems. Jimmy's about healing, though. It feels so foreign at the beginning, but it makes me feel a bit better by the end. It's kinda strange, the way I feel.
Instead of working on my NaNo, I've been typing this, but I feel better now.
"Hold your light, hold your light, hold your light where I can see..."
The scream just after that line is like a letting go of everything, before finally beginning to heal.
And for a moment, even though I'm not, I feel like I'm ok.