"When will she realize I'm trying not to see." - Plugging my ears and tying myself to the mast. Writing this is hard as the song spawned out of a relationship with someone I know and love. My journey with this song has been about untethering the label of 'temptress' from her and knowing the real siren to be the lust and greed in myself. It's the desire, the subconscious lens, of seeing people in terms of how they can serve me. How they can lead to my growth, my pleasure, how I can use them. And worse yet, using them while telling myself that I'm doing it for them. That I'm blessing them with the gift of getting to serve a purpose in MY life. It's the most sickening form of narcissism. Even now, writing this, imagining how I'll be commended for my honesty and excusing it by supposing that by revealing my darkness I will help YOU grow. And even if it does, then my ego grows all the stronger. The bind is so tight, even by opening myself up in vulnerability I continue to bolster my vanity. So here I sit, in the inverted, self-conscious act of spiritual martyrdom that I can't help but be both proud and infinitely ashamed of. I chose to write these essays so that I may more deeply sense into the essence of these songs, so it comes as no surprise that I am now staring into the face of my deepest frustration: My desire to shed my narcissism and my desire to be loved for having done so. Perhaps the only way to break the curse is to burn these pages, to never sing a song, to wallow in pity and self-congratulations in silence. At this point, I really can't tell which choice is more cowardly. Seeing as I'm trapped, I suppose I'll release them at least in virtue of honoring my commitment. Who knows, perhaps some other desperate soul is ensnared in this bind and we can at least spend eternity praising each other's lowliness.
lyrics
Thick little girl she wanna tell me stuff
But I don't listen cuz I talk too much
But she's real patient yah she waits for me
When will she realize I'm trying not to see
So throw me a line, throw me a noose
Gimme little something I can put to use
But she knows best she don't tell me shit
She knows that I'm already looking at it
But I'm waiting for you
Don't you see I have a game too
I'm in need of want
And oh the way you flaunt
But thick little girl she says it don't come easy
You gotta play your part if you want me to get sleezy
So don't expect much and don't you come and touch
And maybe stop thinking that you're owed as much
But I'm waiting for you
Don't you see I have a game too
You reflect on me my greed
My despising underneath
I, I'll tell you what
You're no peace of mind you're just a piece of ass
It has to do with luck
And with any you'll soon find out that it's like fuck
I don't know if I care
I wouldn't dare
It's just like
credits
from Stop Seeing Objects,
released March 19, 2021
Thick Little Girl - Stop Seeing Objects
Song and performance by: Jake Favor
Produced by: Tyler Purdy thewaterloocollective.com
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