What Are We Gonna Do With All This Trash?: Gold Nugget Vs. Piece of Trash Vol. 2

December 04, 2006

Gold Nugget Vs. Piece of Trash Vol. 2

Gold:

"The body is wrapped in shadow
The face is built of cinders
And panic tears through your silhouette
As you're squeezed by burning fingers
And he's crackling in all colours
With teeth of gelignite
When he sighs his song and pirouettes

Through a dance of dynamite
We are fireworks - slowly, glowing/ Bold and bright
We are fireworks - burning shapes into the night
His fuel is our frustration
And dreams begin to ache
And all the while we wear a party smile
And happily we shiver
And happily we shake
Oh shake, shake, shake
We are fireworks - slowly, glowing/ Bold and bright
We are fireworks - burning shapes into the night
Twist and turn - burn, burn, burn
Twist and turn - burn, baby, burn"
--Siouxsie & The Banshees "Fireworks"

Trash:

"Oh, I, I, I I wanna be bad with you baby
I, I, I, I I wanna be bad with you baby
Do you, understand what I need,need (from you)
Just let me be the girl to show you (you)
Everything that she can be is everything that I can be
I wanna be My turn
Let me let you know that I can (I can)

Promise that I won't do that
So boy, say the time and place cuz you make me wanna misbehave
I wanna be bad
You make bad look so good
I got things on my mind I never thought I would
I, I wanna be bad (bad)
You make bad feel so good
I'm losing all my cool
I'm about to break the rules
I, I wanna be bad
I wanna be bad with you baby
I, I, I, I, I wanna be bad with you baby"
--Willa Ford "I Wanna Be Bad"

Come on, Willa, you got on to "Dancing With The Stars" because of this shit? Frankly, I'm appalled.

2 comments:

Trashish said...: but it's willa ford!!! How can you be so cruel!!!; 7:36 PM
Mike said...: I'd never seen Willa Ford before... I really should start watching "Dancing with the Sorta Stars."; 1:47 PM

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A History Of Trash

Trash, at first, was a pretty cool guy. You know, he’d come over with some beers, and you’d hang out and have a couple of laughs. Maybe Trash brought some weed with him, and you guys tried to sync up Dark Side Of The Moon with The Wizard Of Oz until you remembered you lost your VHS copy of that movie sometime in college and that you fucking hate Pink Floyd. Good times were had, nonetheless.

But then, you don’t know what changed, but Trash started to overstay his welcome. He’d just linger for hours, never taking the hint you wanted him to leave, no matter how many times you yawned obnoxiously or mentioned how early you had to get up tomorrow. Trash just didn’t get it. You were getting older. You didn’t have the time anymore to stay up until 3 a.m. to talk about the Port season of “The Wire” or how much you miss Jawbox. Eventually, you just stopped taking Trash’s phone calls and no longer replied to his group e-mails about sneaking into abandoned mental hospitals.

Last time you saw Trash, he was smoking alone outside a local dive bar, looking down at his decaying and mismatched shoes. You hoped he had been doing well. You hoped he had not been hurt by the disintegration of your friendship. And if he had, you wanted to comfort him. You wanted to tell him that even though people move on with their lives, it doesn’t mean they stop caring. You wanted him to see in your eyes a sincere appreciation for the time you shared, because all the relationships in our lives help make us who we are, and even if you weren’t the best of friends anymore, you wanted him to know that there would always be a piece of Trash in your heart.

But instead, you looked away and crossed the street. You were with your new girlfriend, and you really didn’t want to have to explain Trash to her. She’d never understand.