¡Sean Tarjoto!
Christian relations per. 1
Ms Fleming
12/10/98

Sean’s Theme
By Sean Lennon

I never wanted to be sad
I only wanted to be glad
To see the things I never have
I waited and waited for something to catch
I waited and waited for my eggs to hatch
Up in the air
Up in the air
In the air

I waited and waited for something to catch
I waited and waited for my eggs to hatch

	This is Sean’s Theme, by Sean Lennon.  I know he’s not talking about me, but it’s still a cool song.  The lyrics are short, but it has a long instrumental part.  Ever since I was a little boy, I’ve always liked hearing the instruments over the singer.  There are only a few people that I enjoy hearing their voices.  Sean Lennon isn’t one of them, but he’s close.
	The song is full of instruments I love, can play, or like to play even if I don’t know how to whatsoever.  It’s got pianos, violins, guitars, drums, trumpets, drums, and some kind of synthesizer from the 80s.  The only thing it doesn’t have is a harmonica, and a barking dog.
	The typeface the lyrics and this paper are in are the same as the CD ("Into the Sun", Grand Royal Records 1998.  Buy it) .   Its called "Arial".  Simple, readable, serif font.  I am greatly disturbed by typefaces that look ugly or try to imitate human handwriting but come out too dang neat.  I get distracted by its false appearance, and can’t concentrate on the content of the reading.  I believe it's oddly appropriate that of all things I choose to seriously obsess over it's how my chosen reading material is physically presented.  Arial seems to be modern and traditional, avoiding both the aloofly cool but over-stylized techno handwriting you see everywhere and the outdated gothic medieval stuff, which you can’t read.  
Arial finds a middle.  I like the middle.  After experiencing both indulgence and poverty, Buddha, the enlightened one, liked the middle way the best; just like Goldilocks and the Three Bears.
	But what else this song is about is waiting, and how its just so dang pointless when you're mortal.  I relate, since for a long time I never realized how irresponsible of a procrasinating non-confronter I was.  Fate would need to whisk me away in some grand psychotic all-expense paid trip sponsored by the Fijian government to the Evil Island of Dr. Moreau, where lots of beautiful naked women would be awaiting my rescue efforts.  
	If you’re listening at the end of the track, you can hear John Lennon say, “Goodnight son.”  It’s startling that he lets his dad be the last thing you hear on the CD (not including the 2 bonus tracks).  This is about how inseparable parenthood is, much less his parents' celebrity familyhood.  But even more so, it reminds me of a story I was told about how hysterical my mother was when I said my first word.  Later that day I had a dream about it.  I said, “Hello”, she said, “Holy @#%!"