“Plea from a Cat Named Virtute”

Last.fm reveals that I’ve listened to The Weakerthans at least 504 times this week. And it’s been quite worth it. Only three more days till the show!

Why don’t you ever want to play?
I’m tired of this piece of string
You sleep as much as I do now
And you don’t eat much of anything
I don’t know who you’re talking to
I’ve made a search through every room
But all I found was dust that moved
And shadows of the afternoon

And listen
About those bitter songs you sing
They’re not helping anything
They won’t make you strong

So we should open up the house
Invite the tabby two doors down
You can ask your sister if
She doesn’t bring her basset hound
Ask of things you shouldn’t miss
Tape hiss and the modern man
Cold War and card catalogues
To come and join us if they can

For girly drinks and parlor games
We’ll pass around the easy lie
Of absolutely no regrets
Then later, maybe you could try
To let your losses dangle off
The sharp edge of the century
We’ll talk about the weather
Or how the weather used to be

And I’ll cater with all the birds that I can kill
Let their tiny feathers fill disappointment
Lie down, lick the sorrow from your skin
Scratch the terror and begin to believe you’re strong

All you ever want to do is drink and watch TV
Frankly, that thing doesn’t really interest me
I swear I’m going to bite you hard
And taste your tinny blood
If you don’t stop the self-defeating lies
You’ve been repeating
Since the day you brought me home
I know you’re strong…

On a totally unrelated note, I’ve been developing shortish, light and slightly-darker chest hair, but mostly only on my left pec. I’m trying really hard not to start shaving it.