Flirting With Rorschach

by @williedesacra

Liner Notes

Written and composed by Spencer Kimball #folk #singersongwriter

Lyrics

It could be a blot on my record That my mind is empty right now I’m either frozen with fear Or obsessing on some sacred cow

Chorus: Can I see what I was missing If I just unfold your page Maybe I would have been whole Born into another age

Is it a cardinal sin That I really don’t know what to think Does this blot make me look fat Maybe I’m someone else’s gobolink

Chorus

Are you the one That’s showing the dirty pictures - Or have I been Adding too much vinegar to the mixture?

My motives are right on top I just want to run your table And the paper won’t show what I am And every picture tells a fable

Comments

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I like the feel of questing here; I get a strong sense of the character here, trying so hard to be figure out how to be "normal." The delicate guitar and vocal performance (and lyrics, of course) give a feeling of yearning to give the right answers, but not quite knowing how. It's a very affecting performance, and song.

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Non-linear, but the concept comes through. Rorschach patterns are folded. And I can relate to the pressure of coming up with the right answer to what looks like a coffee stain? Nicely done!

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Flirting with Rorschach, indeed. I had many interpretations of these lyrics, but I have no idea if there is one.

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