May 1, 2009

Floyd the Barber

Other lyrics you probably haven't paid attention to. "Floyd the Barber" by Nirvana:

Bell on door clangs, come on in
Floyd observes my hairy chin
Sit down chair don't be afraid
Steamed hot towel on my face

I was Shaved
I was Shaved
I was Shaved

Barney ties me to the chair
I can't see I'm really scared
Floyd breathes hard I hear a zip
Pee pee pressed against my lips

I was Shamed
I was Shamed
I was Shamed

I sense others in the room
Opey, Aunt Bee, I presume
They take turns and cut me up
I died smothered in Aunt Bee's muff.

I was Shaved
I was Shaved
I was Shaved


Kristen said...

Nope. Never knew those words before...

I used to think it silly to look at writing and wonder how much of it comes from the author's personal experience, because of course many writers write things purely imagination-inspired, but when the subject matter is something so deeply disturbing and personal, it's hard not to wonder.

Henry said...

Given that it's about the folks of Mayberry, it's faintly ridiculous, but still more disturbing than I thought it was.

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