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Radio XLVI, side B, track 3: “What About Me” by Moving Pictures

Moving Pictures - What About MeOh, Moving Pictures, I’ve been anticipating and dreading this song all at the same time.  I’ve been anticipating it because this may well be my favorite song ever made.  And I’ve been dreading it because I know that I don’t have the writing skills to truly convey how amazing this song is.

It’s been a long time since I’ve listened to this song, Moving Pictures.  And the only time I’ve ever actually heard this song was when I recorded it off the radio.  Any other time I heard it was because I was listening to this tape.  And I went out of my way to listen to this one.  I would fast forward through side A and partially through side B just to get to this song.  And then I would rewind it and listen to it again.  Just now, as I listened to it three times in a row, there was a moment when I smiled to myself because I was so unbelievably happy that I made it to a world where I could listen to this song whenever I wanted to at the click of a button.

The thing is, Moving Pictures, I don’t know that I even want to listen to this song whenever I want to.  It takes too much out of me.  It’s hard to find the energy to even type this post because I’m already emotionally exhausted from listening to this.  I didn’t cry, though.  I came close.  Felt those first little pinpricks at the corners of my eyes.  But I didn’t, because the image of a middle-aged fat man wearing headphones and weeping at his laptop was just too much to bear.  So no tears.  But my nose is a little runny.

Ever since I first heard this song, it’s been my anthem.  Everything about it breaks my heart.  The little boy getting kicked around.  The young girl running out to the street and screaming.  And then you, Moving Pictures, clearly always dying inside but smiling anyway but still desperately yearning to be happy.  Standing at that corner and realizing that nothing matters even though you want SO MUCH for it to matter.  Screaming at the sky “What about me?!?!?”  Begging the universe to recognize that you’re alive and you matter and you don’t want to settle for who you are.

I don’t want for anything, Moving Pictures.  I’ve got a good job, a beautiful wife, a roof over my head, food (constantly) in my belly, and a comfy bed.  Plus an abundance of pets and a comic book shop right up the street.  My life is good.  But every once in awhile, something deep down inside of me whispers “What about me?”  I don’t know the answer to that question, Moving Pictures.  What ABOUT me?

“What About Me”

Well, there’s a little boy waitin’ at the counter of a corner shop

He’s been waitin’ down there
Waitin’ half the day
They never ever see him from the top

He gets pushed around
Knocked to the ground
He gets to his feet and he saaaaaays

What about me?

It isn’t fair

I don’t have enough, now I want my share
Cancha seeeee

I wanna live

Butchoo just take more than you give

Well, there’s a pretty girl servin’ at the counter of a corner shop

She’s been waitin’ back there
Waitin’ for a dream, her dreams walk in and out, they never stop

Well, she’s not too proud
To cry out loud

She runs to the street and she screeeeeams

What about me?

It isn’t fair

I don’t have enough, now I want my share
Cancha seeeee

I wanna live

You just take more than you give

More than you give

<awesome Moving Pictures jam>

Take a step back and see the little people

They might be young, but they’re the ones
That make the biiiiig peeeeeeople biiig

So listen
As they whispeeeer

What about me?

Now I’m standin’ on the corner, all the woooorld’s gone home

Nobody’s changed
Nobody’s been saved
And I’m feelin’ cold and alone

I guess I’m lucky
I smile a lot

But sometimes I wish
F’moooooooooooore
Than I’ve gooooooooot, what about me?

It isn’t fair

I don’t have enough, now I want my share
Cancha seeeee

I wanna live

Butchoo just take more
What about me!?!?!

It isn’t fair

I’ve had enough, now I want my share, canchoo see

I wanna live

Butchoo just take more
You just take more
You just take
More than you giiiiiiive

What about me?

What about me?

What about
Meeeeeeeee

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