Radio 60, side A, track 2: “House Of Pain” by Faster Pussycat

Faster Pussycat - House Of PainOh, Faster Pussycat, I guess I’m a glutton for punishment since I recorded this one again.  I’ll admit it, Faster Pussycat, I get a little jealous of tortured artists like yourselves sometimes.  I know, I know, it’s pretty gross, but there’s a part of me who wants to have the world feel sorry for me.  It’s an impulse that’s lessened in strength as the years have progressed, but around the time I was recording this music off the radio, while I might not have outright admitted it, it was there all right.  Because I thought that the best way and maybe the only way to have a girl like me was out of pity.

I know, right?  But to be fair, Faster Pussycat, I wasn’t exactly what one would call a catch, so that seemed the best strategy, i.e. ask any girl with a pulse to be my girlfriend and eventually one of them would feel sorry enough for me to do just that.  You’ll be shocked to hear that that strategy never really worked out.  And while I would have denied it, I was absolutely jealous of those guys who didn’t seem to even want a girlfriend and yet had girls swooning all around them, usually because they were misunderstood and acted out because of some terrible tragedy in their lives.  Why couldn’t I have a tragedy in my life, Faster Pussycat?!?!?!  I worry sometimes that I was/am a sociopath for having thoughts like that.

So yeah, Faster Pussycat, not only is this song depressing as hell but now it’s got me wondering if I’m a sociopath.  Thanks a damn lot.

“House Of Pain”

<awesome Faster Pussycat jam>

It’s a little past supper time

I’m still out on the porch steps sittin’ on my behind

Waitin’ f’you

Wonderin’ if everything is all right

Momma said,”Come in, boy, don’t waste ya time,” I said,”I’ve got time

“Well, he’ll be here soon”

Five years old and talkin’ to myself

Where were you, where’dja go, Daddy, cancha teeell

I’m not tryin’ ta fake it, and I
Ain’t the one ta blame
No, there’s no one home
In my house of pain

I didn’t write these pages and my
Script’s been re-arranged
No, there’s no one home
In my house of pain

No, there’s no one home
In my house of pain

Wasn’t I worth the time

A boy needs a daddy like a dance to mime and all the time
I looked up ta you

I paced my room a million times

And all I ever got was one big line, the same old lie

How could you

Well, I was eighteen years and still talkin’ to myself

Where were you, where’dja go, Daddy, cancha teeeeell, ow!

I’m not tryin’ ta fake it, and I
Ain’t the one ta blame
No, there’s no one home
In my house of pain

I didn’t write these pages and my
Script’s been re-arranged
No, there’s no one home
In my house of pain

No, there’s no one home
In my house of pain

<awesome Faster Pussycat jam>

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One thought on “Radio 60, side A, track 2: “House Of Pain” by Faster Pussycat

  1. table9mutant says:

    I forgot about this one! I liked this song. 🙂

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