Recorded: 2007
Lyrics
I thought I was the golden child
I thought I was the golden child
I came out to the big parade
I laughed, looked down on who had stayed
Embarrassed now and I'm bitter sometimes
I learned to expect a patterned mind
I feel surrounded but I must bust through
I know the weakness of the gate-keepers too
Everyday the masters get weaker
Everyday the slaves get stronger
I'm so tired now that I'm gonna wake up
I'm tipping over tables so you know I've shown up
I thought I was the golden child...
BackStory
......lyrical jamz for Golden Child::
- I'm pretty sure I was walking thru the Rose Parade while writing those lyrics (rip Elliot Smithsss)... and it's definitely still an embarrassing event... there are articles every year here about redneck families physically fighting for their spot on the sidewalk,, sleeping on the street overnight to secure their lawnchair zone for watching painted ponies and car dealership floats go by///
- 'Golden Child' was trying to nail down a more specific anti-humanist sentiment (keeping topics consistent)... (but there's a chapter in Existentialism and Human Emotions by Sartre that does it better)
- "Everyday the masters get weaker, Everyday the slaves get stronger" comes from a scrawled note that (a collaborator from Boston) had left me... the note is superimposed onto the collage inside the foldout panels of Decline of the West (with the frisbee dog and Charlie Rich)...
- "I'm tipping over tables" comes from an incident in a bar on the beach of Sri Lanka in '98... an old friend and I had a big argument and I lost my temper and flipped over an entire table of drinks,, breaking all the glasses etc... the staff didn't even blink for some reason...
