Crowe's Songwriting Collection

Crowe · 12-20-2007, 12:11 AM

Yeep.

Little Child

Your child is so twisted,
And I know you think he's cute.
Sitting by the fire place,
Pacifier banging against the persian rug.
But he's watching us with those eyes.
Yes can't you see, because he does!
Look at his imagination click on,
He wants you dead, yes he does,
This little child of yours.

Can we kill him now,
Can we watch him drown?
Can we stop him before he starts?
This little child of yours.

He'll grow up and start by
Putting spiders on the stove top,
He watches them disappear in smoke.
Laugh it up baby boy because you,
You can't fool me, I'm not blind
Like your mother, your poor mother.
He kills cats in the alleyway,
He wants you dead, yes he does,
This little child of yours.

Can we kill him now?
Can we push him from the balcony?
Can we stop him before he starts?
This little child of yours.

He's just a baby now I know,
But I can see it in his smile,
Just give him a little while before,
Well before he's got you tied up
To his new bunk bed and screaming at you,
For not understanding him!
Scream at you for not being there for him!
He's a sick one, this smiling baby boy.
Look at him puke on your shirt,
Look at him shoot his friend in the eye!

You're next,
You're next,
(It was an accident officer!)
You're next,
You're next,
(She fell down the stairs!)
You're next,
You're next,
(I'll miss her so much!)
You're next....

Can we kill him now?
Let him fall from the window sill?
Can we stop him before he starts?
This little child of yours.

R. Crowe

PaperHurricanesAndPlanes · 12-20-2007, 04:31 AM

Wow. Just wow. Is your last name Menendez by any chance? Lol

Ace · 12-20-2007, 08:21 PM

This disturbingly reminds me of a dream I had earlier......****ing gnomes..

sleepy jack · 12-20-2007, 09:44 PM

Is it about Stewie Griffin?

Ace · 12-20-2007, 09:46 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Crowquill

Is it about Stewie Griffin?

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Exactly what I had in my mind, the entire time.

VEGANGELICA · 07-23-2009, 05:36 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Crowe

Yeep.

Little Child

Your child is so twisted,
And I know you think he's cute.
Sitting by the fire place,
Pacifier banging against the persian rug.
But he's watching us with those eyes.
Yes can't you see, because he does!
Look at his imagination click on,
He wants you dead, yes he does,
This little child of yours.

Can we kill him now,
Can we watch him drown?
Can we stop him before he starts?
This little child of yours.

He'll grow up and start by
Putting spiders on the stove top,
He watches them disappear in smoke.
Laugh it up baby boy because you,
You can't fool me, I'm not blind
Like your mother, your poor mother.
He kills cats in the alleyway,
He wants you dead, yes he does,
This little child of yours.

Can we kill him now?
Can we push him from the balcony?
Can we stop him before he starts?
This little child of yours.

He's just a baby now I know,
But I can see it in his smile,
Just give him a little while before,
Well before he's got you tied up
To his new bunk bed and screaming at you,
For not understanding him!
Scream at you for not being there for him!
He's a sick one, this smiling baby boy.
Look at him puke on your shirt,
Look at him shoot his friend in the eye!

You're next,
You're next,
(It was an accident officer!)
You're next,
You're next,
(She fell down the stairs!)
You're next,
You're next,
(I'll miss her so much!)
You're next....

Can we kill him now?
Let him fall from the window sill?
Can we stop him before he starts?
This little child of yours.

R. Crowe

Hi, Crowe,
As I continue to read through your poems/lyrics, the one I find myself gravitating to especially is "Little Child." One reason is that I like the subject matter. It explores a basic ethical issue (and one I think about a lot as a vegan!), which is this: when do we decide to kill another being and how do we rationalize doing so? Plus, the poem shows how creepy it is when a person *does* consider this Utilitarian calculation. (The ethical theory of Utilitarianism seeks the greatest good for the greatest number of people, and so can be used to justify killing a few to save a large majority).

The poem is disturbing, I feel, because the person singing actually appears to believe that one can tell by looking at a baby that he will grow up to be a "sociopath." Of course, if we assume that what is predicted about the child is true, then the song deals with an ethical question similar to the one people ask about Hitler: "If you met Hitler in a room before he had a chance to organize the Holocaust, would you kill him if it were true that this would save the lives of millions of people?" This ethical question is very important, because people ask versions of it all the time...for example, George W. Bush must have asked a related question when he (horrifyingly, I feel) decided to wage a preemptive war on another country (Iraq), leading to millions of people becoming refugees and over 100,000 people dying!

I also like the poem's structure, which has the repetition/verse form that I feel would easily convert into a song. (The poem also looks rather like a pacifier!) The details add meaning. For example, I feel the Persian rug symbolizes that this child was from a loving, well-to-do family and thus, probably, never suffered from material want or lack of love often assumed to be at the root of someone "going bad."

I especially like the section that could be screamed angrily (when the sociopathic teenager is screaming at the parents). I can imagine screaming the lines I've italicized below:

Quote:

Just give him a little while before,
Well before he's got you tied up
To his new bunk bed and screaming at you,
For not understanding him!
Scream at you for not being there for him!"

Plus, I like the ironic humor that is in a lot of your pieces (like the one about having a relationship with someone's door), such was when you write in "Little Child":

Quote:

"Look at him puke on your shirt,
Look at him shoot his friend in the eye!"

You wrote recently that all your poems, with the exception of Emma Bear, involve you using your imagination to think up the scenarios. So, I thought you might want to know that, from everything I've read about children who grow up to be abusive toward humans, hurting/killing non-human animals is truly often where they start. I volunteered for a year with children "recovering" from drug addiction and behavioral issues, and recall hearing a 14-year-old laugh about a cat who scratched him. He laughed because of how he got "revenge": he put the cat in a bag and lit it on fire. The cat ran hopping and burning across the lawn. So, I feel it is very realistic when you write:

Quote:

Putting spiders on the stove top,
He watches them disappear in smoke.
He kills cats in the alleyway.

Finally, I like the way the poem ends with the repetition of the somber chorus (which has slightly different wording each time):

Quote:

Can we kill him now?
Let him fall from the window sill?
Can we stop him before he starts?
This little child of yours.

I like the fact that the poem raises this question again and again, but does not answer it and thus forces the readers to try to answer the question themselves.
--Erica

Crowe · 01-04-2008, 02:06 AM

A little musing about existing.

Twilight to Midnight

From my twilight to my midnight,
I wonder these things charmingly:
Who would I be if I wasn't me?
I'd be the lady caressing her children's cheeks,
In the park whispering warnings about the
People passing by and I'd sigh,
And tell them not to talk to these strangers,
Or else they would surely die.

What would I be if I wasn't she?
A bear without a will to live,
Climbing into the tallest trees,
Shaking everything from my faith,
To the branches and to the twigs,
And I'd unleash my roar and fall I'm sure,
And I would truly die.

And if not what becomes of me?
I am the oldest man alive.
As my skin cells fill my wrinkles,
Like the sands in the desert,
I'd cough the driest airs,
And attract sympathetic stares,
I hope to fall asleep in my favorite chair,
And I'd be happy to die.

With a flourish I cry! "Behold ye, I am me!"
Without the choice of genetic divinity.
A smile like a wolf and eyes like
Tragic actors fooling fools with smiles,
And revealing the truth with disguises
While my eyes fail to beguile the,
Ones who love me most.
And even if I tried I could not!
I'm too alive to will myself to die.

R. Crowe

Trauma · 01-04-2008, 11:12 AM

I like the subject matter quite a bit and how the refrain in the first three stanzas goes hand in hand with being unsure about existence.
The last two lines are a great release and seem almost like a transcendant ending for this topic.
It ends quite nicely.

boxcarguy07 · 01-04-2008, 12:19 PM

Very nice!
The third stanza stands out to me as the best.
I also like your choice of words when you say "genetic divinity"... I like that a lot.

Crowe · 01-06-2008, 02:55 PM

We've got smileyface and lavender lonesome, who are probably the same person ruining this forum. Can we get some disabled accounts and some thread deletions going on or what?

<3 Crowe

12-20-2007, 12:11 AM	#1 (permalink)
Crowe Music Addict Join Date: Dec 2005 Posts: 690	Little Child Yeep. Little Child Your child is so twisted, And I know you think he's cute. Sitting by the fire place, Pacifier banging against the persian rug. But he's watching us with those eyes. Yes can't you see, because he does! Look at his imagination click on, He wants you dead, yes he does, This little child of yours. Can we kill him now, Can we watch him drown? Can we stop him before he starts? This little child of yours. He'll grow up and start by Putting spiders on the stove top, He watches them disappear in smoke. Laugh it up baby boy because you, You can't fool me, I'm not blind Like your mother, your poor mother. He kills cats in the alleyway, He wants you dead, yes he does, This little child of yours. Can we kill him now? Can we push him from the balcony? Can we stop him before he starts? This little child of yours. He's just a baby now I know, But I can see it in his smile, Just give him a little while before, Well before he's got you tied up To his new bunk bed and screaming at you, For not understanding him! Scream at you for not being there for him! He's a sick one, this smiling baby boy. Look at him puke on your shirt, Look at him shoot his friend in the eye! You're next, You're next, (It was an accident officer!) You're next, You're next, (She fell down the stairs!) You're next, You're next, (I'll miss her so much!) You're next.... Can we kill him now? Let him fall from the window sill? Can we stop him before he starts? This little child of yours. R. Crowe __________________

01-04-2008, 02:06 AM	#7 (permalink)
Crowe Music Addict Join Date: Dec 2005 Posts: 690	Twilight to Midnight A little musing about existing. Twilight to Midnight From my twilight to my midnight, I wonder these things charmingly: Who would I be if I wasn't me? I'd be the lady caressing her children's cheeks, In the park whispering warnings about the People passing by and I'd sigh, And tell them not to talk to these strangers, Or else they would surely die. What would I be if I wasn't she? A bear without a will to live, Climbing into the tallest trees, Shaking everything from my faith, To the branches and to the twigs, And I'd unleash my roar and fall I'm sure, And I would truly die. And if not what becomes of me? I am the oldest man alive. As my skin cells fill my wrinkles, Like the sands in the desert, I'd cough the driest airs, And attract sympathetic stares, I hope to fall asleep in my favorite chair, And I'd be happy to die. With a flourish I cry! "Behold ye, I am me!" Without the choice of genetic divinity. A smile like a wolf and eyes like Tragic actors fooling fools with smiles, And revealing the truth with disguises While my eyes fail to beguile the, Ones who love me most. And even if I tried I could not! I'm too alive to will myself to die. R. Crowe __________________

01-04-2008, 11:12 AM	#8 (permalink)
Trauma snickers Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: detroit Posts: 2,183	I like the subject matter quite a bit and how the refrain in the first three stanzas goes hand in hand with being unsure about existence. The last two lines are a great release and seem almost like a transcendant ending for this topic. It ends quite nicely. __________________ A mi no me importa nada Para mi la vida es un sueño

01-06-2008, 02:55 PM	#10 (permalink)
Crowe Music Addict Join Date: Dec 2005 Posts: 690	Can We Get a Mod? We've got smileyface and lavender lonesome, who are probably the same person ruining this forum. Can we get some disabled accounts and some thread deletions going on or what? <3 Crowe __________________

01-04-2008, 12:19 PM	#9 (permalink)
boxcarguy07 Groupie Join Date: Jan 2008 Posts: 24	Very nice! The third stanza stands out to me as the best. I also like your choice of words when you say "genetic divinity"... I like that a lot.