Saturday, October 30, 2010

M.A.D. Challenge #2 (Dung) Beatles Mania!

Or is it #3?... Whichever it is, it is late, and I apologize.
Anyhoo! For this M.A.D. Challenge, Mary Ann and I decided that we would each pick our own song to mangle, er, I mean rewrite, and I have chosen...


While My Guitar Gently Weeps
or as I like to call it...
While the Maggots Slowly Eat

I look at my flesh and I see that it's seathing
While the maggots slowly eat
I open my mouth and blowflies come forth swarming
Still the maggots slowly eat

I don't know why someone embalmed you
It only slows decay
I don't know how someone could mourn you
They should have burned you
Entombed beneath the world I notice that it's turning
While the maggots slowly eat
My coffin my cell my slice of hell in which I'm burning
Still the maggots slowly eat

I've got a plan and I won't be diverted
I will break out of here
I don't know how death was perverted
I am personified fear

I look at you all you are fruit ripe for reaping
While the maggots slowly eat
I look at you all
Like my maggots I will eat

There's actually a bit of a story behind this choice. I love this song, but that's not really why I chose it. I'm currently reading Dust by Joan Frances Turner, which I won during Zombie Month, and one of the characters is, shall we say, more alive than the rest. He's got a veritable ecosystem beneath his skin and there's a constant buzzing, chewing sound that comes from him. I call it his munchy noise. Well, I was listening to this song and thinking about what it would be like be eaten alive, slowly and with full awareness, and the first line popped into my head. Okay, so maybe it's not much a story, but it is an explanation of my choice and my inspiration.

Until we meat again, happy feeding!

7 comments:

M.A.D. said...

Choice B. All the way, me positively prosaic putrifying pundant of poetic parlance! Seriously though - sounds like an intriguing idea, plus I think a lot of people find those special individuals you mentioned as a matter of long-standing interest. If you get my cryptic drift LOL

My hats off to you, and sometimes we perform best under pressure. Either way, no matter how much or how little you're able to accomplish - it will serve you well for now or for the future. I'm proud of you!

M.A.D. said...

Okay, now back to your decaying musical toast to Dust! You captured that soooooooo well, a veritable ecosystem indeed. You're good at this kind of thing, even if the subject matter made me want to hurl (reading the book - it almost turned my stomach, such a visual as it was).

I GIVES YA 4.75 BRAIIINNNZZ (deducted .25 braaaiiinnzz cos it made me want to wear a hazmat suit and zip off into a hermatically sealed space ship headed for the opposite end of the universe where, hopefully, organic matter/icky bug things cannot get me! Ever.)lol

Zombie Girrrl said...

Thanks for the feedback, Mary Ann!

Zombie Girrrl said...

PS I haven't gotten that far into DUST. I'm having trouble downing the gobs of gang violence. Zombies ripping apart deer and whatnot, bring it, I'm cool with that; beating someone to within an inch of their afterlife, not so much.
I am intrigued by where Theresa goes and why she's covered in resin, though... Ooooer, mystery!

Misty said...

Oh good lord. Eww, and awesome, all in one!

Zombie Girrrl said...

XD That's just the reaction I was aiming for! Thanks for stopping by, Misty.

Unknown said...

Munchy noise! Oh how great! How is Dust? I have heard mixed reviews. It is on my list of things to read.

Dana @http://zombiegirlshambling.blogspot.com/

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