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Self pity, me so pitiful
You can see that birds and worms don't get along
Self righteous, me so wrong, though
You can see that we don't have to get along
Self pity, me so pitiful
You can see that birds and worms do not agree
And we will crawl
You can see that birds and worms don't get along
Self righteous, me so wrong, though
You can see that we don't have to get along
Self pity, me so pitiful
You can see that birds and worms do not agree
And we will crawl
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"Self pity" is clearly talking about himself.
Georgie is the "idiot" child, not the brightest, and "Grandma" is not really the grandmother of the children, but a boarder in the house, however she leads it and teaches the boys.
"Georgie loved her--and Grandma, whom he would kiss on the sleeve, on the knee, taking knee or arm in both hands and putting his underlip forward, chaste, lummoxy, caressing, gentle and diligent when he bent his narrow back, blouse bagging all over it, whitish hair pointy and close as a burr or sunflower when the seeds have been picked out of it. The old lady let him embrace her and spoke to him in the following way: 'Hey, you, boy, clever junge, you like the old Grandma, my minister, my cavalyer? That's-a-boy. You know who's good to you, who gives you gizzards and necks? Who? Who makes noodles for you? Yes. Noodles are slippery, hard to pick up with a fork and hadr to pick up with the fingers. You see how the little bird pulls the worm? The little worm wants to stay in the ground. The little worm doesn't want to come out. Enough, you're making my dress wet.' And she'd sharply push his forehead off with her prim hand, having fired off for Simon and me, mindful always of her duty to wise us up, one more animadversion on the trustful, loving and simple surrounded by the cunning-hearted and tough, a fighting nature of birds and worms, and a desperate mankind without feelings. Illustrated by Georgie. But the principal illustration was not Georgie but Mama, in her love-originated servitude, simple-minded, abandoned with three children. This was what old lady Lausch was driving at, now, in the later wisdom of her life, that she had a second family to lead."
This seems like the tone of almost all Modest Mouse songs, and it wouldn't surprise me if the line "one more animadversion on the trustful, loving and simple surrounded by the cunning-hearted and tough, a fighting nature of birds and worms, and a desperate mankind without feelings," struck a chord with Isaac.
but mainly its about his inner self, he cant deny, what the past has molded, and what was in him all along, what it is? even if i was right, i think its too personal, nor would i agree for the press to "advertise" his privacy....now im to lazy to write, tough shi*(p) people, oh well, later
"even you can see that birds and worms can't get long"
You can see that birds and worms don't get along
(Im the worm, woes me for having been dealt such an awful hand)
Self righteous, me so wrong
You can see that we don't have to get along
(Looking down on the haves, saying they don't understand what life is really about, they could never have the perspective that living in the dirt gives you. but hell, who cares? We're different animals)
Self pity, me so pitiful
You can see that birds and worms do not agree
And we will crawl
(we'll keep doing what we're doing)
but no need to debate religion