This is terrible. What a terribly politically incorrect affront to tall people.

I feel as if polka has turned it’s back on me, and I have turned my back on polka.

I’m still okay with dots though.

Is that an actual saying from somewhere other than my brother’s bizzare song? (the thing about the Swedish marching band) I mean that in all seriousness. I just heard a demo of a total wacky song my brother wrote with that line in the chorus, I thought he was a genius but now I’m having my doubts.

Um…
It seems like a situation where a bunny outfit would save the day.

Wasn’t the midget in “Zoolander” Swedish?

This is so cool

This is the coolest conversation that we have ever had.

This is the coolest conversation since I found out that that “pussy footing around” didn’t mean what I thought it meant.

I didn’t just contradict myself. I’m giving the word “ever” some breathing room.

I hate constrictive words.

“Can I still be a part of the marching band even if I can’t harmonize with Swedish midgets?”

That’s why I gave the option of playing the tuba… I figured between tuba playing and harmonizing with Swedish midgets there’s something for everyone out there.
That’s the whole point of songwriting anyway: sing about something that everyone can relate too.
How many times have you felt like a short, insignificant, semi-worm-like midget. And then when you tried to get sympathy, no one understood–as if you were speaking Swedish?
See? There are other Swedish midgets who understand.

Actually, it was about 1:00 in the morning and I was practicing piano when I played that strange melody. So I picked up a mic and sang whatever words came to mind so I would forget it. Then, since it was somewhat amusing…I warbled my off key voice and I sent it to a friend who was having her birthday…and who also has a taste for the abstract and absurd.
I’m sorry it confused you. It confuses me too–mostly in those little moments of introspection that I have every so often. The rest of the time, I just write it off as “artistic expression.”