and it's contagious
First of all. . .
Us
They made a statue of us
And it put it on a mountaintop
Now tourists come and stare at us
Blow bubbles with their gum
Take photographs have fun, have fun
They'll name a city after us
And later say it's all our fault
Then they'll give us a talking to
Then they'll give us a talking to
Because they've got years of experience
We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
We're living in a den of thieves
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
We wear our scarves just like a noose
But not 'cause we want eternal sleep
And though our parts are slightly used
New ones are slave labor you can keep
We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
We're living in a den of thieves
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
They made a statue of us
They made a statue of us
The tourists come and stare at us
The sculptor's mama sends regards
They made a statue of us
They made a statue of us
Our noses have begun to rust
We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
Were living in a den of thieves
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
Secondly, I'm selling off my worldly possessions. Or at least all the junk I've accumulated over the last four years. It feels kind of good. When I was a freshman, I was so determined to live as simply as possible. Heavily under the influence of my Thoreau class, I set about living without any luxury items. Then I discovered Clinique glosswear in Stellar Plum and it was all downhill. . . Not that I wear makeup that often, or hoard dangly earrings with a vengeance, or spend that much time making myself look pretty every day. I think that I spend a lot LESS time on that than most women my age. But this summer, with my T ride and my fifteen minute walk twice a day (which I loved), I really did appreciate fancy shower gel at the end of the day.
As my Thoreau professor cheerfully pointed out to me, the point of Walden is to scale your own life to what you need. If anything, it's about living comfortably in your environment.
Which brings me to the subject of "where are you going to be this summer?" The answer to that is. . .I don't know. My top three cities right now are Boston, Chicago and DC - but I am open to suggestions. Wherever I go needs to have museums, independent coffee shops, parks, tall buildings (even if they're across the river), twentysomethings, and affordable housing. Anyone have a favorite city that they think I should visit? (I can predict what some of you will say. . .but humor me!)
Us
They made a statue of us
And it put it on a mountaintop
Now tourists come and stare at us
Blow bubbles with their gum
Take photographs have fun, have fun
They'll name a city after us
And later say it's all our fault
Then they'll give us a talking to
Then they'll give us a talking to
Because they've got years of experience
We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
We're living in a den of thieves
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
We wear our scarves just like a noose
But not 'cause we want eternal sleep
And though our parts are slightly used
New ones are slave labor you can keep
We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
We're living in a den of thieves
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
They made a statue of us
They made a statue of us
The tourists come and stare at us
The sculptor's mama sends regards
They made a statue of us
They made a statue of us
Our noses have begun to rust
We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
Were living in a den of thieves
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
Secondly, I'm selling off my worldly possessions. Or at least all the junk I've accumulated over the last four years. It feels kind of good. When I was a freshman, I was so determined to live as simply as possible. Heavily under the influence of my Thoreau class, I set about living without any luxury items. Then I discovered Clinique glosswear in Stellar Plum and it was all downhill. . . Not that I wear makeup that often, or hoard dangly earrings with a vengeance, or spend that much time making myself look pretty every day. I think that I spend a lot LESS time on that than most women my age. But this summer, with my T ride and my fifteen minute walk twice a day (which I loved), I really did appreciate fancy shower gel at the end of the day.
As my Thoreau professor cheerfully pointed out to me, the point of Walden is to scale your own life to what you need. If anything, it's about living comfortably in your environment.
Which brings me to the subject of "where are you going to be this summer?" The answer to that is. . .I don't know. My top three cities right now are Boston, Chicago and DC - but I am open to suggestions. Wherever I go needs to have museums, independent coffee shops, parks, tall buildings (even if they're across the river), twentysomethings, and affordable housing. Anyone have a favorite city that they think I should visit? (I can predict what some of you will say. . .but humor me!)