So I’m sitting up here in the Fortress of Solitude winding down for the day, getting ready to dive back into the kinda lame Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal and chilling out to some Kenny Rogers. I was in the mood for Kenny. Anyway, I’m up here singing along to “Lucille” and things are going well when suddenly Kenny and I seriously diverge on the lyrics.
He’s singing, “The big hands are callous. He looked like a mountain. For a minute I thought I was dead.”
I’m singing, “His big hands were calloused. He looked like a malice. . . ”
I’ve been singing this song for probably close to three decades and it’s only tonight that I realized he doesn’t look like a malice. This is even more disillusioning then when I realized around the age of 12 that she was leaving four hungry children and not four hundred children.
‘lamb’ was not lame. ’twas awesome!
p.s. happy new year!
I am pretty sure I am the only person on the planet who is underwhelmed by Lamb.
you love arsonist and dis chris moore? definitely a sign of a coming apocalypse.
As a kid, for some reason, I decided that I would judge my own “oldness” by comparing my age to Kenny Rogers’ age. I figured that when Kenny Rogers died, I’d know I was old. I had this strange fascination with him and his songs.
It’s funny to read about “Lucille,” ’cause I also thought he was saying “four hundred children” when I was a kid.
As for “Lamb,” everyone I know has read it, yet I have been unable to get motivated enough to read it. Maybe that makes me even more underwhelmed than you (since I won’t even crack it open), or does that even count?
And totally off topic: You are so teh roxorz, Jodi!