PERFECTION IS A MYTH
By Cynthia Otote / Spinebreakers Crew
This is basically a 23rd chapter in the form of some song lyrics.
The idea is that her late father used to be in a band. Before college of course because when he left he started his carpentry service but rather, in the midst of high school.
He had a band – called The Band – and while he was in that band he wrote a song about the concept of conception. She or her mother/sister find it among his belongings (the ones that have not been thrown out) here it is – the last chapter:
PERFECTION IS A MYTH
Vocals:
Richard Queen
Guitar & Background Vocals:
Alex Grahame
Guitar:
Alicia Murphy
Drums:
William Peterson
My daddy said when I was born my mother thought I was perfect
And then I grew and changed her view –
She thought I wasn’t worth it
The first few years were the easiest when I was a bundle of joy
But unlike she had expected, I didn’t stay her little boy
She wanted me to be perfect and that was something I couldn’t do
I tried, she tried, he tried but the truth was... we didn’t have a clue
Mummy, perfection’s just a myth
There is nothing of the sort
We need to stop trying or we’re going to end up dying
Striving for something that can’t be achieved
Mummy, I’m sorry I’m not like you
And I can’t do what you do
But it’s nothing but a myth
It just doesn’t exist
When I was just a young man my teacher’s kissed my feet
I got straight A’s, I worked all day
I was the teacher’s treat
But then I lost all motivation and so the straight A’s stopped
I realised what I wanted to do and out of school, I dropped
The day I left the school grounds was the day my life began
But everyone resented it, said from my dreams, I’d ran
Teacher, perfection’s just a myth
There is nothing of the sort
We need to stop trying or we’re going end up dying
Striving for something that can’t be achieved
Teacher, I’m not sorry that I left school
And that I didn’t comply with the rules
Because it’s nothing but a myth
It just doesn’t exist
To all the people I disappointed, this is my explanation
I know you all wanted me to be perfect
And as good as I could be
But it was never good enough
And now I’m content
Perfection is fictitious but my happiness is not
I’m not sorry
I hope you can forgive me