Chip, Chip, Chip ...
Chip, chip, chip ...
Oh, hi! I didn't see you there. Just a sec ...
Chip, chip, chip ...
I'm trying to chip away the stone plaster that someone has gobbed all over the world. It's a might thicker than I expected.
Chip, chip, chip ...
You see someone decided that we shouldn't see what is real anymore. Instead, we only get to see some kind of superficial veneer, a whitewashed view of the world.
Chip, chip, chip ...
I prefer the something beneath that thick coating of unreality.
It's all a bit like a birthday cake. You know, the kind with that thick butter icing completely covering the yeasty stuff 'n' such inside. It all looks so great, but you can never be sure what lies underneath first appearances. You don't expect a slab of bitter calcified dough, but it could be just that. Suddenly, you're spitting the stuff into your napkin, while, at the same time, saying, "Mmmm, delicious."
Chip, chip, chip ...
We don't like a surprisingly bitter reality. It tends to upset our sense of expectation.
Most of our young lives, we are taught to expect the best out of everything.
People say, "Hope for the best!" No one ever says, "Expect the worst." Well, OK, some people will say that, but they're usually poets and a real bother. We're told to ignore them.
Chip, chip, chip ...
No, the trend is to think positive thoughts and have positive expectations. I call this little philosophy "driving blind," as if you were driving a car while wearing a blindfold. Just imagine. If such were the case, all the best expectations in the world probably wouldn't keep you from killing a few pedestrians along the way, before you pile the car into a pole or crash through the front window of a Starbucks.
Chip, chip, chip ...
Don't get me wrong. Reality isn't always something horrible. Reality can be wonderful and exciting. Sometimes you chip, chip, chip and discover something amazing, like the Venus De Milo or Michelangelo's David. The point is that when it's not wonderful and exciting, it's good to keep your wits about you, at least enough to say, "Oh crap, this has turned out to be one huge pile of shit."
Chip, chip, chip ...
So, let's say you commit yourself to a relationship with someone whom you think is the cat's meow. Oh sure, you fall in love and all that stuff, and maybe you even get married. The sad scenario is that, as time goes by, you chip, chip, chip away some of those first romantic impressions, and one morning you wake up and discover you're sleeping not with the cat's meow, but in the cat's litter box. Whoops. There you have it — a pile of shit — and suddenly, you're confronted with a reality that doesn't smell or taste so good.
Well, you can't just spit the problem into your napkin, now, can you?
Chip, chip, chip ...
You need a Plan B.
When what you hoped for and what you expected turn out to be a mixture of hot tamales, anchovies and curry, you had better have a bottle of Alka-Seltzer in your hip pocket.
Chip, chip, chip ...
Now, Plan B might be anything, anything at all. What it needs to include, however, is a new way of looking at things. Sometimes, it's a good idea to take off the rose-tinted glasses and see things for what they are.
Now read that carefully. It doesn't say, "see things for what you wish they were," but it does say, "see things for what they are." You see, "what you wish" and "what is" are often very different.
Chip, chip, chip ...
Oh, and by the way, once you chip away all the pretty icing, there's no going back, you know. I mean, once you cut into the cake, it's not like you can put the thing back together again.
Disillusionment is the same. Once it happens, there is no way to recover the winsome dream that you once held so dear. So, expect a little pain or heartache, or at least a good pissing off. That's just normal. Yes, yes, it will all smell pretty sour for a while, but the odour will eventually chip away and soon you'll be your old self again.
Chip, chip, chip ...
Chip, chip, chip ...
Oh, hi! I didn't see you there. Just a sec ...
Chip, chip, chip ...
I'm trying to chip away the stone plaster that someone has gobbed all over the world. It's a might thicker than I expected.
Chip, chip, chip ...
You see someone decided that we shouldn't see what is real anymore. Instead, we only get to see some kind of superficial veneer, a whitewashed view of the world.
Chip, chip, chip ...
I prefer the something beneath that thick coating of unreality.
It's all a bit like a birthday cake. You know, the kind with that thick butter icing completely covering the yeasty stuff 'n' such inside. It all looks so great, but you can never be sure what lies underneath first appearances. You don't expect a slab of bitter calcified dough, but it could be just that. Suddenly, you're spitting the stuff into your napkin, while, at the same time, saying, "Mmmm, delicious."
Chip, chip, chip ...
We don't like a surprisingly bitter reality. It tends to upset our sense of expectation.
Most of our young lives, we are taught to expect the best out of everything.
People say, "Hope for the best!" No one ever says, "Expect the worst." Well, OK, some people will say that, but they're usually poets and a real bother. We're told to ignore them.
Chip, chip, chip ...
No, the trend is to think positive thoughts and have positive expectations. I call this little philosophy "driving blind," as if you were driving a car while wearing a blindfold. Just imagine. If such were the case, all the best expectations in the world probably wouldn't keep you from killing a few pedestrians along the way, before you pile the car into a pole or crash through the front window of a Starbucks.
Chip, chip, chip ...
Don't get me wrong. Reality isn't always something horrible. Reality can be wonderful and exciting. Sometimes you chip, chip, chip and discover something amazing, like the Venus De Milo or Michelangelo's David. The point is that when it's not wonderful and exciting, it's good to keep your wits about you, at least enough to say, "Oh crap, this has turned out to be one huge pile of shit."
Chip, chip, chip ...
So, let's say you commit yourself to a relationship with someone whom you think is the cat's meow. Oh sure, you fall in love and all that stuff, and maybe you even get married. The sad scenario is that, as time goes by, you chip, chip, chip away some of those first romantic impressions, and one morning you wake up and discover you're sleeping not with the cat's meow, but in the cat's litter box. Whoops. There you have it — a pile of shit — and suddenly, you're confronted with a reality that doesn't smell or taste so good.
Well, you can't just spit the problem into your napkin, now, can you?
Chip, chip, chip ...
You need a Plan B.
When what you hoped for and what you expected turn out to be a mixture of hot tamales, anchovies and curry, you had better have a bottle of Alka-Seltzer in your hip pocket.
Chip, chip, chip ...
Now, Plan B might be anything, anything at all. What it needs to include, however, is a new way of looking at things. Sometimes, it's a good idea to take off the rose-tinted glasses and see things for what they are.
Now read that carefully. It doesn't say, "see things for what you wish they were," but it does say, "see things for what they are." You see, "what you wish" and "what is" are often very different.
Chip, chip, chip ...
Oh, and by the way, once you chip away all the pretty icing, there's no going back, you know. I mean, once you cut into the cake, it's not like you can put the thing back together again.
Disillusionment is the same. Once it happens, there is no way to recover the winsome dream that you once held so dear. So, expect a little pain or heartache, or at least a good pissing off. That's just normal. Yes, yes, it will all smell pretty sour for a while, but the odour will eventually chip away and soon you'll be your old self again.
Chip, chip, chip ...
