Story Behind The Song

Inspired by my observations of college students , other people in my life that I would consider 'different', including myself.

Song Description

We are all 'freaks' in our own way.

Lyrics

Mirror, Mirror
music and lyrics by Joe Olivier

Bring yourself up to the beat with your hand.
Spin your car around in some rainy wet land.
Remove the man-hole cover from the ground.
Stare at the sky with a twisted frown
So look down and all around at all what?s broken
And pick up a tree twig and call it a token.
Die your hair green with a part, add some red.
Wear a winter hat in the summer on your head.

Mirror, mirror. . .I?m a zeek., and just for attention I look like a freak,
My jeans are torn and my skin is pale, This is the phase, my art is . .
sale, my art is . .sale, my art is . .
sale, my art is . . sale. . .

Wear your cap backwards pull your hair from the hole
Dance with bell bottoms and say you got soul.
Pierce your nipple , belly button, and your nose. (among other things)
Try on a pair of some grungy looking clothes.
Spin around slowly with your hands in the air.
Be real obnoxious cuz you just don?t care.
Shave your head bald just to be like Sinead ( the real enemy ?)
Light all the candles for the hippie serenade.

CHORUS

Throw away your sneakers and buy some sandals.
Bring out the scent of some incense candles.
Tattoo your ass only seen by your mate.
Let em know indifference is your only fate.
Recycle all paper it?s the right thing to do.
Invest all your money in the music guru.
Call yourself straight-edged for most of the time.
Steal a Mercedes Emblem and call it a peace sign.

© copyright Joseph R. Olivier IV, South of but not Southie - Boston, MA. All Rights Reserved.