I don’t know why, but for some reason the book “Choke” by Chuck Palahniuk inspired me to write a little song. The particular part talks about the main character Victor’s friend who works as a historical interpreter at a colonial recreation of an 18th century American village. And if their boss finds them doing anything wrong, humming a tune that’s from later than 18th century, wearing a watch or eating Mentos, they’re either fired on the spot with no unemployment checks or they have to spend 2 hours in the village square, in the stocks, with their hands and head through the wooden holes, chained to the ground. And tourists can throw whatever at them, just like in the middle ages. Or so they think.
Chokin in the boys room.
So Our love, turns into dust,
oh, it’s blowing in the wind.
and my body, begins to rust
for the times I have sinned
And I’ve tried, to change myself.
but by that I’ve chained myself
to the entertaining village stocks,
for the pleasure of their mocks
I‘m not gonna take it much longer,
I can’t kill this pain inside.
‘Cause I’m not getting any stronger,
without you by my side.
Tomatoes being thrown at me,
I can’t believe the stench,
and when they should set me free,
they attach me to the wrench.
I guess, I didn’t try as hard,
as they all, would of pleased
while smoking a cigarette,
I look to see with regret
how again, come the guards,
whose duties I would of seized.
Diary of a madman. 