Flowers on the Wall

Before you begin, I'd like you to know that this page has no relation to my beloved American Pie page. Honestly, that is not the intention. You see, there's some connection with American Pie and me... unexplainable. The page there is for others to learn of it, I guess. And to understand it and celebrate it.

This is for me. This song is fun and emulates me in crazy ways. But I'd just like to share a bit.

I discovered "Flowers on the Wall" a few years ago. I used to be into "oldies" music, 60's songs. For Christmas I'd get crappy tapes from my parents. But one was pretty good, the songs were fun and held some meaning for me. "Flowers on the Wall" was at the end of the tape, and is almost country, perhaps. Now it has been honored as my theme song, resurrected from my memory by a remake (by a country singer named Eric Heatherly). Of course, I'm true to the original Statler Brothers version. Here we go now, the song... ...and how it applies to your current crackhead tourguide.

I keep hearin' your concerned about my happiness
But all that thought you're givin' me
Is conscience, I guess.
If I were walkin' in yer shoes
I wouldn't worry none
While you and your friends are worryin' 'bout me
I'm havin' lots of fun

See, the comments I can make are only the ones I make in my head. But there are some concerned folks out there. Also, it has my wonderful southern slur.

Chorus:
Countin' flowers on the wall

My room's wallpaper is of roses

Rather laid-back.

I stay up late, failing to win at solitaire.

Lies, lies!

Claims of boredom are unfounded.

Last night I dressed in tails
Pretended I was on the town

I dress up! Pretend I'm all classy...

Those dreams screw me up... déjà vu all over again!

Lifeless... always home... you don't need to include me... tear...

Chorus

It's good to see you, I must go
I know I look a fright.

JUST LOOK AT MY HAIR!

I type this in the dark... at night.

They aren't ever worn, I'm more of a barefoot chick.

I end each day but sleeping in my room.

Chorus

Isn't it charming? Listen to it sometime, and think of Tabitha.