talk to me; | robin skinner/cavetown

[sixty-four]

[eyes - fur]

day nine: london

the crowd started to cheer as the stage lights dimmed out. i walked towards the middle of the stage, holding robbie's electric guitar.

taking a deep breath, i slid my fingers on the 7th fret, forming the chord b. the beat of the instrumental started to blast through the speakers, waiting for my cue to start.

as it got to the drum roll part, i immediately strummed my guitar while the stage lights simultaneously opened up, dancing around across the room. the people started screaming and chanting my name.

"it's not the question of whether i like you
it's just the question of whether i feel like it

you want an answer for the things that i do
i cannot say that I exactly know why yet
and i don't want to...

maybe i got
a dirty disposition
maybe you've just got
a weakened constitution
maybe i should take up
someone else's vocation
maybe you should go on
someone else's vacation..."

"ohh~" the crowd sang along which made me chuckle. all of us jumped around to the music as i continued strumming my guitar.

"heaven help me and my sour demeanor
television tell me where to find it
all my friends say i am getting meaner
but i just need a little peace and quiet!

and maybe it's just the way it is, but when i think of happiness
i get so bored

nature, nurture, neither, never mind the telephone and
let the eyes roll
let the eyes roll!

maybe i got
a dirty disposition
maybe you've just got
a weakened constitutio-on
maybe i should take up
someone else's vocation
maybe you should go on
someone else's vaca-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ation!"

"now when i give you the cue, i want you guys to sing it as loud as you guys can!" i shouted, trying to hype everyone up.

"all good neighbors don't ask questions
i don't need a lecture or a lesson
i just wanna chase the feeling, feeling, feeling..."

"one, two!" i stopped strumming my guitar, letting the others sing.

"all good neighbors don't ask questions
i don't need a lecture or a lesson
i just wanna chase the feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling!"

i banged my head to the beat of the drums, leading to the chorus.

"maybe i got
a dirty disposition
maybe you've just got
a weakened constitutio-on
maybe i should take up
someone else's vocation
maybe you should go on
someone else's vacation!"

after strumming the last chord, everyone started to scream and shout everywhere as the lights stopped moving around.

i know that i oftentimes perform on stage with a bunch of people without being a shy ass person but this performance was probably the most confident i've become so far.

"hello everybody!" i chuckled. everyone waved their hands and their banners. "you guys were so loud too, are your throats still okay? i'm genuinely worried." the room started to fill with laughter and responds from the front row.

"anyways um, that song was called dirty disposition! i wrote it while i was looking back through my old photos back in secondary. not gonna lie, some of my classmates were assholes but-anyway," i cleared my throat. "forget about that! we're here to spread positive vibes!" the audience giggled then cheered once more.