I got a new job

Lots of stuff swirling in my head today, but it's hard to put it down.

I wrote a blog some time ago on MySpace about They Might be Giants and how awesome they are, so I don't want to cover that ground again. Still, I've been listening to their new cd again, and again, and again, and again...it's easily one of their best in some time.

One song in particular seems to be speaking to me right now. I don't want to explain it, as I doubt that I can, but for some reason this just seems to capture how I've been feeling. The lyrics are below. You'll either get it or you won't, but I warn you right now: you probably won't. (At least, you won't get how I relate this to what's going on with me lately.)

Below that is a totally random music video. TMBG didn't actually make one, but some random person on YouTube made a music video using the song and a clip of himself drawing a picture. It's a creepy picture of a zombie girl eating some nasty guts or something. Well, the song doesn't have anything to do with zombies, but I like zombies, so I guess that's better than nothing. Until TMBG makes their own video, I guess that's what I'm stuck with.

I can't talk, I got to go
Don't call me back, I won't get the door
Got to focus on the job
'Cause I got a new job climbing the walls

I was grinding my teeth, I was wasting my youth
And using up my teeth
Now I'm done chewing my nails
Hanging my head, chasing my tail
It got so bad I quit my job
Then I got a new job climbing the walls

Too much junk, too much junk
Can we please clear out this house?
In the trunk, in the trunk
And then we'll take it all to the dump

Then we won't need the car
'Cause we'll stay where we are
And I'll have all this room
I got tired of pacing the floor
Sick of it all, I'm done with the floor
Walked away ever since I got a new job climbing the walls

I was grinding my teeth, I was wasting my youth
And using up my teeth
Now I'm done chewing my nails
Hanging my head, chasing my tail
It got so bad I quit my job
Then I got a new job climbing the walls

The deep end, the deep end
People talk a lot, but they don't know
They pretend, they pretend
They don't really know how deep it goes

Now I misunderstood,
Thought the wall was just good
For staring blankly at
I got tired of pacing the floor
Sick of it all, I'm done with the floor
Walked away ever since I got a new job climbing the walls

Now I'm done chewing my nails
Hanging my head, chasing my tail
It got so bad I quit my job
Then I got a new job climbing the walls
Got a new job climbing the walls
Got a new job climbing the walls