A few weeks ago I received a random e-mail from Stev-N. It contained a message and what I gathered to be a request. It seems, for reasons not apparent to me, that he was thinking of wash rooms and wanted me to write a song about a wash room experience, specifically involving someone not washing their hands. I thought about a few times, but I could never bring myself to write any decent lyrics without them sounding incredibly gay. He gave me some suggestions on what the song should involve, or other songs that I could possibly attempt to emulate. Tonight on the eve of finals week, I was insanely bored and thought that studying would just cause me to end my life prematurely tonight so I decided to give the song a shot. Just as I feared, the lyrics are insanely gay and there is one delivery that makes me laugh every time I hear it so feel free to laugh at it as well. It should be very obvious what I am talking about. Please feel free to tell me what you think and what you like or dislike about it. Also, feel free to compare it to anything (for instance, the intro reminds me of Time After Time by Cindy Lauper).
BTW this is all part of a master plan Cody and I have to turn Waterblogged into a music forum.
Sean
“Every time I get that feeling pulling me,
Where I don’t want it to be
It seems the walls are always the same
But no one looks at them anyways.
Budah buddah I laugh at the music that’s free
The laugh knocks loosely
As silent nods go all around
I hear the clanging of metal hitting the ground!
In my little space, nice and cozy am I
Feeling a little shy
Around me I hear so much noise
The sound of boys being boys.
Another man that walked in clearly after me,
Now takes his leave.
I don’t have unreasonable demands
It’s just that, that man didn’t wash his hands!
I see that little stream,
Flowing to the latrine
And I just can’t ignore
As you walk out the door.
That your hands are so dry,
I can’t imagine why,
The soap is in plain view
But it doesn’t matter to you
Well I guess what I’m really trying to say
Is even with the tiniest spray
You need to wash those hands of yours
I’ve seen less be the start of wars!
So please my friend just this once listen to me,
My humble plea
Whether you squat or take a stand
Please remember, just remember to wash your hands.
I see that little stream,
Flowing to the latrine
And I just can’t ignore
As you walk out the door.
That your hands are so dry,
I can’t imagine why,
The soap is in plain view
But it doesn’t matter to you.”
-Sean Uranga
You sound so British. I liked the flow of the chorus, coincidently it was about the flow something else. .. i’m dumb.
Glad you enjoyed it Stev-N, thanks for the comparison.
Robin, that is so sick. I am never going to use your keyboard again.
I just got out of the bathroom before I read this post–and I didn’t wash my hands!
Thank you, Sean-san for this song. I really enjoyed all the little jokes in it. It is also good that you were careful to mention that it is important to clean after standing or sitting work. Interestingly, much like the song Layla, the music goes on for about four hours after the lyrics have been spent.