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192: Strange Ongaku in The Answer to Life, The Universe, and Everything

  • July 3, 2026, 1:23 a.m.
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This week, my brain has REALLY been pushing the “combine songs together” string in my head. Like… there’s one I’ve been doing for a long time but it came back to prominence in my head this week.

(1) Bo Burnham’s “How it Works” from Inside
Towards the end the song goes
That is how the world works/ That is how the world works/ I hope you learned your lesson!/ (I did, and it hurt!)/ That’s how it works!
But for the longest time, my brain expresses that stanza with words from Eminem’s “Til I Collapse” from The Eminem Show
So… my brain delivers the lyrics and music of “How It Works” but it sounds like:
That is how the world works/ That is how the world works/ You hate it but you know respect you got to give me/ The press’s wet dream, like Bobby and Whitney—Nate, hit me

Which is weird.

(2) Then earlier this week, my brain was trying really hard to blend “The Ballad of the Witches Road” with “The Chicken” by Bo Burnham. It didn’t give me any specifics but it kept trying and I think the beginning writes itself.
“Down, down, down the road/ down the chicken’s road” But let’s see if I can do better than that.
Marching ever forward/ on the road before her
She strays not from the path/ she moves just like a blur
Husband’s scream/ Ends the dream
The day begins again
And as she stirs/ she yearns once more
To be that type of hen

Down, Down, Down the Road/ Down the Chicken’s Road
Down, Down, Down the Road/ Down the Chicken’s Road
Down, Down, Down the Road/ Down the Chicken’s Road
Down, Down, Down the Road/ Down the Chicken’s Road
Down, Down, Down the Road/ Down the Chicken’s Road
Down, Down, Down the Road/ Down the Chicken’s Road
Feather, Egg, and Home
Mother leaves alone.

(3) So we’ve already proven that I’m a weird guy. Just…a weird guy. And I’m okay with that, lol. And then there’s the ones that I can feel bouncing around in my head that itch like something I can’t scratch but can quickly ignore until the bouncing has it hit the insides of my head again. This morning, walking into the office something went streaking through my head. I can’t remember it exactly. But I know what the “impetus” portion was… because I sat down to confirm that the lyrics that went through my head were not the correct ones. So I know it started out as “Robert’s been a little depressed” from Bo Burnham’s “Content”. But it frustrates me that I can’t recall what song popped into my head as a “try these lyrics instead!”

So either… I know that I’m not a creative person but have creative desires thus pulling two things that already exist and blending them.... which would make sense as that’s a lot of how I do acting, I think. OR maybe I am a creative person but I’ve been away from it for too long, so this is my brain grasping at random opportunities to be creative where it can find them… which is also very plausible for me.


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