Redundant/Worry Rock/Hitchin' A Ride/Scattered

[Billie's POV]

Tem como a vida ser mais complicada? A Adrienne não para de implicar comigo, e sem motivo nenhum! Claro que deve ser complicado cuidar de uma criança sozinha enquanto eu vivo no estúdio, mas eu tinha que gravar minhas músicas novas All The Time, Nice Guys Finish Last e King For A Day. E ela ainda inventa de questionar as letras das minhas músicas! Ora, eu não sei explicar pra ela. Tivemos nossa fase de rotina, em que eu compus Redundant:

"We're living in repetition

Content in the same old shtick again

Now the routine's turning to contention

Like a production line going over and over and over

Roller coaster

Now I cannot speak, I lost my voice

I'm speechless and redundant

'Cause I love you's not enough

I'm lost for words

Choreographed and lack of passion

Prototypes of what we were

Went full circle 'til I'm nauseous

Taken for granted now

Now I waste it, I faked it, I ate it, now I hate it

'Cause I cannot speak, I lost my voice

I'm speechless and redundant

'Cause I love you's not enough

I'm lost for words

Now I cannot speak, I lost my voice

I'm speechless and redundant

'Cause I love you's not enough

I'm lost for words (2x)"

E tivemos a fase de brigas de verdade, em que compus Worry Rock:

"Another sentimental argument and bitter love

Fucked without a kiss again and dragged it through the mud

Yelling at brick walls and punching windows made of stone

The worry rock has turned to dust and fallen on our pride

A knocked down dragged out fight

Fat lips and open wounds

Another wasted night

And no one will take the fall

Where do we go from here?

And what did you do with directions?

Promise me no dead end streets

And I'll guarantee we'll have the road"

Depois compus The Grouch sobre minha rabugice, Uptight sobre minha raiva e Reject sobre os americanos idiotas. Não parecem músicas muito felizes né? É porque eu não estava nada feliz.

– Billie! Para de escrever por um minuto pra trocar a frauda do seu filho! - Adrienne gritou

– Estou indo. - eu disse

– Já é difícil o bastante quando você não está em casa! Quando você está, resolve enrolar pra não ajudar também? - ela continuou gritando

– Eu já estou trocando a frauda. - eu disse, paciente

– E ainda deve achar que tá fazendo um super favor né? Não é mais do que sua responsabilidade. Blablablablababla... - continuou gritando

– Já chega! Vamos dar um tempo! Fique com a casa, com a criança, com tudo. Só quero um tempinho pra mim, ok? Talvez isso resolva nossa crise. - eu disse

– Nós temos uma crise?! Ok, senhor, vai lá. Deve ter outra né? - ela gritou

– Eu me casei com uma mulher centrada. Vou voltar pra essa casa quando a minha esposa centrada estiver aqui pra me receber. - eu disse e sai

Caramba! O que que eu fiz? Espero que dar esse tempo realmente faça bem pra nossa relação. Fui pra um bar beber um pouco pra aliviar a dor de cabeça, e na mesa comecei a compor Hitchin' A Ride.

"Hitchin' A Ride

Hey mister, where you headed?

Are you in a hurry?

I need a lift to happy hour

Say, oh, no

Do you brake for distilled spirits?

I need a break as well

The well that inebriates the guilt

1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4

Cold turkey's getting stale

Tonight I'm eating crow

Fermented salmonella poison oak, no

There's a drought at the fountain of youth

And I'm dehydrated

My tongue is swelling up

I say 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4

Trouble times

You know I cannot lie

I'm off the wagon

And I'm hitchin' a ride

There's a drought at the fountain of youth

And now I'm dehydrated

My tongue is swelling up

I say

Shy!

Trouble times

You know I cannot lie

I'm off the wagon

And I'm hitchin' a ride

(Don't know where I'm goin')

Hitchin' a ride [8x]"

Continuava a beber e beber loucamente e pensar na Glória. Saudades daquela garota doce. Deixei ela sem uma resposta aquele dia no beco. E agora, como nós ficamos? Ficar perto dela é ruim, mas ficar longe dela é péssimo. Nós nos divertiamos tanto. Eu podia aproveitar esse tempo longe da minha esposa pra socializar com ela né, ai eu e ela podemos entrar nos eixos. Não é uma má ideia. Pensando nela, compus Scattered.

"Well I've got some scattered pictures

Lying on my bedroom floor

Reminds me of the times we shared

Makes me wish that you were here cause

Now it seems I've forgotten my purpose in this life

All the songs have been erased

Guess I've learned from my mistakes

Well, open the past and present now and we are there,

story to tell and I am listening

Open the past and present, and the future too

It's all I got and I'm giving it to you

Loose ends tied in knots leaving a lump down in my throat

Gagging on a souvenir

Lodged to fill another year

Well, drag it on and on until my skin is ripped to shreds

Leaving myself open wide

Living out a sacrifice

Well, open the past and present now and we are there,

story to tell and I am listening

Open the past and present, and the future too

It's all I got and I'm giving it to you

If you got no one

And I've got no place to go

Would it be alright?

Could it be alright?

I've got some scattered pictures

Lying on my bedroom floor

Reminds me of the times we shared

Makes me wish that you were here cause

Now it seems I've forgotten my

Purpose in this life

All the songs have been erased

Guess I've learned from my mistakes

Well, open the past and present now and we are there,

story to tell and I am listening

Open the past and present, and the future too

It's all I got and I'm giving it to you

It's all I got and I'm giving it to you."