Wednesday, August 24, 2005

When this old world starts getting me down And people are just to much for me to face*…

…I climb up on the top of the stairs And all my cares Just drift right into space
On the roof is peaceful as can be And there the world below can’t bother me…

Hello, Nina?
Yeah…

The roofers are going to inspect your house as per buyer request, okay?
Do I have a choice? No I do not.

I’ll come over as well and listen to what is being said about it.
Swell.

When I come home feeling tired and beat I go up where the air is fresh and sweet…

Hey there, do you know that there are a bunch of people outside, children running around, some men on the roof, some below?
Yeah…

Shouldn’t we do something? Like go out there and talk to them?
No, leave them alone. They’re looking for defects.

Oh. Well I already talked to them. They don’t want to be bothered with a roof replacement when they move in.
And I don’t want to be bothered with a buyer replacement, so just let them be.

On the roof the only place I know Where you just have to wish to make it so

I wish I would not feel like I am near the end of my period of sanity, where I am about to cross over and enter a terrain heretofore unentered, even during most trying past circumstances…
What are you talking about? Stay calm, stay calm.

I cannot. Excuse me, while I take this call…

...I’ve found a paradise that’s trouble proof And if the world starts getting you down There’s room enough for two up on the roof…

If it has a couple of more good years left, then how is it a defect? Damn it, I did not go to law school for nothing! I know my rights.
There’s time to argue whether this is technically a defect.

I am tired of arguing. I am tired tired tired of everyone arguing! Why does everything, everything have to be resolved through argument? I don’t want it! Purge it from my life already!
You could always give in. In all aspects of your life, just give it up. Let it go. Ignore the injustice of it all! You could always just take what's handed out and shrug your shoulders. Give in, given in.

Yeah…

...And all my cares just drift right into space Up on the Roof...

* On the Roof lyrics by Peter Cincotti

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