Climbin’ Out
I’m currently going through one of my infrequent bouts of depression. Whilst performing therapy that generally works well — beating the holy hell out of an acoustic guitar and singing weirdly arranged cover versions of the songs of my decadent youth — I realized that these lyrics sum up my current state of mind quite well:
Sitting here like uninvited company
Wallowing in my own obscenities
I share a cigarette with negativity
Sitting here like wet ashes
With xs in my eyes and drawing flies
Bathed in perspiration drowned my enemies
Used my inspiration for a guillotine
I fire a loaded mental cannon to the page
Leaning on the pedestal that holds my self denial
Firing the pistol that shoots my holy pride
Sitting here like wet ashes with xs in
My eyes, and drawing flies…
— Soundgarden, Drawing Flies
…and it’s such a (I think intentionally on Mr. Cornell’s part) ridiculously mopey and pretentious series of images that I had to laugh at myself, interrupting my gloomy caterwauling. In fact, I laughed quite uncontrollably for a few minutes.
Seems I’m climbing out.
