I want to go to the carnival
In a few hours we are going to the fair. I won't ride any rides. People seem to raise their eyebrows at this fact--so what? I just don't wanna ride any rides, okay? I'm still tough!! Instead I will walk around and take pictures and look at the animals and carnies and things. I don't care much for the big fair, anyway.
The thing I like the best is the small carnival that comes and sets up in a parking lot down the road every year. I don't know why. Well, I guess I do. It doesn't overwhelm me as much, for one thing. Plus, it is scrappier, a rogue sort of deal, and I assume they are a tight knit bunch. I can understand it better. It is more like a punk band zooming around in a van and less like the Warped tour. The carnies are easy to talk to. Last year one of Kyle's friends puked on a ride and I apologized to the operator. He had a bucket of water on hand, ready to go. He said, "Don't worry about it, lady, it happens all the time." And I realized, yeah, that man doesn't have that bucket of water sitting there for nothing. I went to that carnival nearly every day that it was in town, just to walk around and eat funnel cakes. I just love it so much.
Later, I have a date with myself to go sit at my favorite cafe and write some letters and make some notes about things that need planning for and do some thinking about things that need some attention.
This is a song about the seedy underbelly of the carnival/The part that only the kids know about/This is a song about 16 year old girls giving carnies head/for free rides and hits of pot/I wanna go, I wanna go/I wanna go to the carnival/But it cots $16 yeah/I wanna go to the carnival/But I know it costs $16 now/Round, round, round.../Ill win that Motley Crue mirror,if it fucking kills me/Gonna lose $20 while I'm there/See the girls with the feathered hair/They're wearing plastic, not real leather /Boots that go way up to there/Round, round, round.../It's by the Lacey mall,That's where you'll find me, yeah.
The thing I like the best is the small carnival that comes and sets up in a parking lot down the road every year. I don't know why. Well, I guess I do. It doesn't overwhelm me as much, for one thing. Plus, it is scrappier, a rogue sort of deal, and I assume they are a tight knit bunch. I can understand it better. It is more like a punk band zooming around in a van and less like the Warped tour. The carnies are easy to talk to. Last year one of Kyle's friends puked on a ride and I apologized to the operator. He had a bucket of water on hand, ready to go. He said, "Don't worry about it, lady, it happens all the time." And I realized, yeah, that man doesn't have that bucket of water sitting there for nothing. I went to that carnival nearly every day that it was in town, just to walk around and eat funnel cakes. I just love it so much.
Later, I have a date with myself to go sit at my favorite cafe and write some letters and make some notes about things that need planning for and do some thinking about things that need some attention.
This is a song about the seedy underbelly of the carnival/The part that only the kids know about/This is a song about 16 year old girls giving carnies head/for free rides and hits of pot/I wanna go, I wanna go/I wanna go to the carnival/But it cots $16 yeah/I wanna go to the carnival/But I know it costs $16 now/Round, round, round.../Ill win that Motley Crue mirror,if it fucking kills me/Gonna lose $20 while I'm there/See the girls with the feathered hair/They're wearing plastic, not real leather /Boots that go way up to there/Round, round, round.../It's by the Lacey mall,That's where you'll find me, yeah.