It's Wednesday morning. I just got home from work. Yesterday was a bit of a creative bust for me, and I did not really touch my guitar at all. At work last night, however, I did come up with a possible lyrical theme for the D major piece. It fits with the overall theme I've been developing for this project, but goes into some more specific territory. Before I go any further, here's what I've come up with. No demo at this time.

The faded sign
Adhered to your storm door lies
"This home is
protected by Pinkerton"
I don't think
that it's mere coincidence
You'd receive
some sense of security
from the very same thugs who are kicking the shit out of me
they come into my room late at night and they break me from sleep
and ask why it is that you're so far away from me.

That's what I've got so far. Anybody who shares my musical background should of course understand what the references are there. I'll explain some of it. This record is concerning itself primarily with a girl I knew 8 years ago. Tonight, seemingly out of nowhere, I remembered a small detail about her mom's house, which is that it had a sign on the door advertising, and I forget the exact wording, that a Pinkerton brand security system was in place. This sign was a lie. In addition to the famous strike breaking thugs of Rockefeller association, Pinkerton was or is also the name of a security company. I do not know if there are any connections between those two entities. Said security company sued Weezer when they released their 1996 classic record of the same name.

At the time when much of the events in the story unfold, I was more into Weezer and that specific album than can possibly be explained. I had the enthusiasm for that record that can only be held by a young fan who's never been burned by such extreme devotion. And this fervor was fueled in part by a number of uncanny similarities between Pinkerton lyrics and my relationship with said girl. I sound like a loser if I try to explain them.

In this song, if I continue on this theme, I may also "borrow" the following lines:

"what could you possibly see in little ol' three chord me"
"every time I pin down what I think I want it slips away"