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October 01, 2003
Ballad for Brian Danny (a.k.a. Dick Bag, Jr.)
The Asian You
I dreamt of you last night
You had gotten in a fight
But you used your barbed-wire bangs to win the day
Today out of the blue
This Chinese guy looked just like you
I guess I saw the Asian you today
CHORUS:
Yes, I know you're Caucasian
But you do look like this Asian
And this Asian on occasion looks like you
It really was alarming
He was half as tall, but nothing's arming
Me against this charming Asian you
His eyes wide in their sockets
His cheeks were empty pockets
He did that starving model look you do
I couldn't look away
I didn't know quite what to say
I stared back at the lovely Asian you
I know I said I'd take
Your old guitar from your apartment mates
And keep it safe while you are out of town
But I never did go get it
And this Asian won't let me forget it
Now I guess I'll have to take him down
This will be a double sin
First your stuff and then your twin
But the guilt is really eating me away
And you know I miss you, Bri
But your foreign fetch must die
I guess I killed the Asian you today
FINAL CHORUS:
Though I know that you're Caucasian
Could it be you're half Malaysian?
Cause this Asian's really brazenly like you
I sure hope you're not back sooner
Than you said, or I killed Dick Bag, Jr.
'Stead of just amazin' Asian you
Posted by didofoot at October 1, 2003 01:54 PM
Comments
bravo
Posted by: jason at October 3, 2003 04:37 PM
hear, hear.
Posted by: erica at October 5, 2003 01:29 PM
bravo AND a little extra guilt from me. you should go get that guitar. then we can start a Castro rock band. i will play accordion.
Posted by: kt at October 5, 2003 09:12 PM
And I will play the purple triangle. Oh wait...
Posted by: robyn at October 6, 2003 12:35 AM
I look away for a measly few months, and someone writes a song about me. Not just anyone, either. THE didofoot. I am truly, truly honored.
By the by, I also told those old mates of mine that I'd send someone to get my large boxes of pictures and personal effects...I wonder if they've had a rummage sale yet. Someone bought my high-school homecoming picture for 25p. The first condom I was ever handed in a gay nightclub for a farthing!
Posted by: brian at April 1, 2004 08:47 PM
oh, and insert "(unused)" somewhere into that last sentence.
Posted by: brian at April 1, 2004 08:49 PM
It seems that once a year, a week or two before my birthday, I drunkenly look up old references made to me. Don't you ever close your comments?
Blame your boyfriend for my search for "barbed-wire bangs to win the day".
By the way, what genre was this song meant to fit into? I've wondered more than once now. It would be a useful thing to know, in case I ever pick up the guitar or the ukelele.
Posted by: brian at April 7, 2005 09:11 PM
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