Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Fairyland

Yesterday, I received a package from my mother containing a bunch of cards and drawings and old report cards and stuff from when I was young. I was going through it when I came across this song that I wrote when I was 8. I think it's a song, anyway, since I drew musical notes next to it. I hope you like it....

Fairyland

Fairyland! You can make the stars shine in Fairyland! If you try! Fairyland! If you make someone happy you can make the stars shine in Fairyland! Fairyland oh yes Fairyland! You can make the stars shine in Fairyland. Stars and smiles all around in Fairyland! Flowers and candy hearts for you in Fairyland. Love is in Fairyland. Go to Fairyland. They love you!


I wish I had developed my obvious talent. I'd be as rich as Diane Warren!

P.S. Note to Mom: A manila envelope without any additional paddding is probably not the most effective medium for transporting a plaster handprint by mail. Just sayin'.

14 comments:

Brian Kunath said...

Fairyland! How to I get there?

Brian Kunath said...

Funny, my mom just sent me something I wrote in high school. I'm struck by two things:

1) I wasn't as cheery as you.
2) I really haven't changed much.

The School Bus

At 6:15 I leave the cold and take my usual seat, roughly in the middle of the bus. The seats, although many ripped and written on, are comfortable enough. They are soft and quite warm from the four heaters stationed about the sides of the bus. As I sit back and prepare myself for the day, I am aware of many things going on around me. There are seventeen other kids sharing the ride with me, which is provided by a very tired looking bus driver. His hat reads “Mud Racing”, and his face is unshaven. He drives in silence, and does not offer any morning greetings to the kids who enter.

There is a boy in the seat in front of me listening to a Walkman, listening to “The Police”, who are whispering a song to the passengers around him. A group of red heads are talking about their busy schedules for the day behind me, and two boys beside me are already making weekend plans. The rest of the passengers sit in silence, shaking the morning cobwebs out, and thinking of the day. I look down at the floor of the bus, and the first thought that crosses my mind is that I would not like to sit there. It is wet and very muddy from boots, and there is even some snow wedged in the grooves of the rubber mat that runs from the front to the back of the bus. The window by my seat is dirty, and cold to the touch. The walls a light green, and rust-chipped and faded. On the ceiling are two rows of lights some lit, and some not. There are emergency windows and an emergency door in the back. It is Monday morning on a West Genesee High school bus.

Anonymous said...

Sister, I have been promised similar plaster handprint to carry back to Italy with me next week. I hope packing materials will be provided:) And I certainly hope it is more artistic than yours!

the feeb said...

that's great! you definitely should be recording for k records!!

MO'SH said...

I think you're both equally crazy. Thank god.

Lucy Starcrest said...

I was 8, dude! C'mon!

Although I am a little embarrassed by its quality when I think of the work Julia and Thomas were putting out at an early age....

Lucy Starcrest said...

I got wise later, Brian! My attitude was more more "The School Bus" than "Fairyland." What a shame....

psaur said...

"If you make someone happy you can make the stars shine in Fairyland!"

There's always a goddamn catch.

Anonymous said...

I have plaster hand too! If I recall correctly, mine was not as nice as yours...plaster dumped into a pie tin.

Mick said...

Fairyland sounds a lot like Frank & Marys.

MO'SH said...

I'm putting it to music! It'll be on the next Throats album!

Brian Kunath said...

Frank & Mary's...wow, forgot about that place.

Was that a diner?

Mick said...

Brian,
That was, and stil is, THE diner, although I haven't been in it since '93 when I ate part of the blinds on the window...ooops!

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