Lyrics:

Listen to this song now on E. Robert Frank's Myspace!

About "David Lynch":

I do not have a problem with David Lynch personally, nor with his movies. I don’t "get" them but I don’t think anybody really does as there is rarely an obvious narrative thread in his films. Take for instance Blue Velvet, which I would despise save the maniacal performance of Dennis Hopper and the laid back creepiness of Dean Stockwell’s singing Roy Orbison into a lamp. I have to give the guy his credit for creating such disturbing images.

Even still, Mullholland Drive annoyed the hell out of me, primarily because I comprehended and was absorbed in what was happening for the first two hours up to the point where Lynch added the additional footage he shot to make what was a television pilot a complete film, or so people tell me. It fell into a mess of lesbian sex and “Silencio” and a laughing cowboy. If the whole thing was incomprehensible from the start I probably would have enjoyed it more!

What I really take exception to are David Lynch fans, particularly ones who spend all their time deciphering hidden messages in what is admitted to be essentially meaningless. Talking for hours about Lynch films seems really deep and meaningful since you can discuss it endlessly due to it being practically the anti-Spielberg… absolutely nothing seems geared towards a very specific point. And yet when you are done talking what has been decided or learned? Not much. The emotions generated by the film have been forgotten in favor of intellectual babble designed to make the speaker feel clever.

I understand the need for mystery in ones life. The mysteries of childhood fade away into the dull realities of being an adult and we go to the movies to be mystified. Yet, some people fall into that whole of creating an aura of mystery to the point of not having any substance of their own… their entire existence is geared towards furthering the legend they are in their own minds. The Internet has numerous examples of fuzzy photos and offbeat interests geared to obfuscate their lack of personal growth. I have fallen for a few of these traps in the past and the moment of discovery that there is nothing of consequence in the conversations one has are a disappointing moment indeed. 

The perils of meeting people on the Internet manifest itself mainly in all the details that are withheld and filled in your mind’s eye in an idealistic way whether you mean to do so or not. Sometimes you assume right but usually you assume wrong. Socially well-adjusted people usually don’t have to use the Internet to meet new people. I’d say I was socially adjusted, but not well, hence my experience.

Those who like David Lynch may take offense at this song. To you, I apologize. I did give you a voice in Mr. Paul Travis, my co producer on the album whose ear is responsible for these songs having any sort of perceived depth. Paul threw in an appalled “Hey!” during our background vocal track after my line asking if anyone really watched Eraserhead as he owns the David Lynch special edition DVD. However, Paul also agrees that there is no greater meaning to it.

E. Robert Frank