I’m tap, tap, tapping
At my itty, bitty laptop
Thinkin’ in my tip-top
How to make it stop, stop.
Soundin’ kinda hip hop.
Wundrin’ how to say what I mean.
Nuff said.
I just finished watching a two-hour movie in Spanish.
I don’t speak Spanish.
It was a scenario with a psychedelic blend of imaginary cultures in an unfamiliar world, ten thousand years or so ago, give or take a century or two.
None of the different cultures understood each other’s words. There were people fighting, there was a love story, two wars, terrifying conflicts with carnivorous giant ostriches, a saber-tooth tiger and lots of mastodons.
There was a complicated story line and occasionally I would say to myself “Well, what the hell, if this was truly ten thousand years ago I wouldn’t speak those languages either.
When the movie was over I understood the entire thing. It might of well have been the English version. It didn’t matter. The words, dammit. They didn’t mean anything at all. Only hours ago I walked away from the end of a seventeen year old friendship. We fought over the fact that even though we both speak English-Only, we don’t speak the same language.
I know what the movie was about.
I know nothing of value about the real life story. Nothing. Absolutely NOTHING.
I’m tap, tap, tappin’
At my itty, bitty laptop
Thinkin’ in my tip-top
How to make it stop, stop.
Soundin’ kinda hip hop.
Wundrin’ how to say what I mean.
Wundrin’ how to say what I mean
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