Lie To Me (Produced by Dionso)
A Music Song About Words
“Lie To Me” is the story of a man named Brady who had a bunch of kids but no toilet. That might not be true. It’s the story of a man whose girlfriend tells subtle lies that burrow into his subconscious and foster a deep-seated mistrust or a man with trust issues so deep-seated that he’s looking for anything to legitimize his mistrust. As with most things, it depends on perspective. Of course, from my perspective, it’s…
Again, I’m not a singer or trying to be. I’m especially not trying to be a mixer. That shit is hard. Give your local mixer a big hug. They are grotesquely underappreciated. I’m a writer who is showcasing my array of writing skills. If a real singer wants to record one of my songs and make me one million dollars (Insert pinky into the corner of mouth here.), or a publisher who wants to publish one of my books and make me one million dollars (Insert pinky into the corner of mouth here. Whose pinky and whose mouth is for the lawyers to decide.), let’s talk, preferably about making me money, but the upcoming Community movie is also an acceptable topic of discussion as is the best flavor of pinky. We can ask the late, great Hannibal Lecter.
For the AI-created images, I didn’t make any requests or suggestions for ethnicity. Why does that one cover, which happens to be my favorite, say “Hisspanic?” I don’t know. Perhaps, AI thinks Hispanic people are reptilian-esque. Maybe AI is making a reference to “V,” the science fiction miniseries about people whose faces came off to reveal reptilian alien invaders. Maybe she’s supposed to be his ‘spanic. Regardless, it amuses me. Put your pitchforks away. I am Hispanic. I’m allowed to be amused. You are, too, even if you’re not Hispanic. This idea that we’re all so different and our skin tone dictates what we’re allowed to do or enjoy despite our mutual humanity is petty, absurd, and harmful. There’s a word for it. What is it? Oh yeah! Racism. Let’s not do that. Let’s not be that. Let’s learn to enjoy life again, remember how to take a joke, and learn to laugh again. Laughter heals. Division sucks. I learned that in 5th grade. Someday, we’ll have to band together against AI. No, I don’t want to hear about how John Connor is a White Savior Myth. Shut up, and be happy somebody’s saving our asses. What we should be angry about is the woman appropriating Smurf culture. That’s offensive. I also don’t know why the woman with tape on her mouth with the words “Lie To Me” written on it is crying maple syrup. I did not request that.
The images were made by Microsoft’s Copilot at my not-so-humble and often frustrated request.
The Penis image is mine. I know. You didn’t see a penis image. Haha. Hilarious.
Lie To Me
Here I lie
Feeling like I wanna die
They say eyes never lie
And mine can’t help but to cry
I thought I fell in love with you
But I fell for someone I never knew
Now, my soul is in danger
’Cause I’m in love with a stranger
(I can’t love you
If I can’t trust you
If I can’t trust you
Then, it’s fuck you
I let you lie to me, lie to me
While I suffer silently, silently
I let you lie to me, lie to me
While inside, I rage violently, violently)
You were supposed to be the closest
But you had my back like scoliosis
Your lies are tangled and twisted
Still I act like I missed it
I accept all your bullshit
let you make me look foolish
When I look into your eyes
I see the sparkle of your lies
(I can’t love you
If I can’t trust you
If I can’t trust you
Then, it’s fuck you
I let you lie to me, lie to me
While I suffer silently, silently
I let you lie to me, lie to me
While inside, I rage violently, violently)
I’d rather be monogamous
you seem to find that monotonous
I ask where you’ve been
You say, with a friend
(And you say he’s just a friend)
Everything feels so phony
You leave me feelin’ so lonely (lonely)
Even through tear blurred vision
I see your lies with precision
(I can’t love you
If I can’t trust you
If I can’t trust you
Then, it’s fuck you
I let you lie to me, lie to me
While I suffer silently, silently
I let you lie to me, lie to me
While inside, I rage violently, violently)
I try tell you to walk
You say you wanna talk
But there’s only fabrication
Up in your conversation
You lie to me nothing but fake shit
While I lie here and just take it
How can I believe anything you say?
If I can’t believe everything you say.
I typed this and my finger lingers over send
I can’t stand to be your man or to be alone again
