Louis Logic
Текст песни A Perfect Circle

I'm a single white male 32 years old and I've never been too great with the women
Well if the truth's being told I'm not much good with people, I've been alone in all the places I lived in
But fate had forgiven my shortcomings
and brought something forth from inside me that guides me when a call comes in
It's as if I'm blessed with a gift
to talk someone into a spell unknown
when I'm lecturin' with the telephone
The forced run ins face to face are hella hard
I'm afraid to date, but somehow make a great telemarketer
'Cause I can sell Antarctica ice in wintertime
29 inches that won't melt and mark up the price
Might be the fact I'm alone
but most of the human contact I've known
I've always had through the phone
So when I get back to the home where I live now
I sit down and dial my own map to see who answers the

*phone ringing*

Half the old ones I get the message -
The number you have reached has been disconnected
With 10 digits entered from another past number
The ringing interrupts a man's slumber
Hello?
And that was just from last summer
The change is enormous
And keepin' up to speed is a real game of endurance
I always get some lame little offers
Specializing in claims for insurance
Or maybe the occasional florist

Corner Florist
Hello?
Hello?
I'm sorry, what'd you say?
Corner Florist
Is this a flower shop?
Yes
Oh, I'm sorry I think I have the wrong number
OK, bye
Bye

Why am I still searching, and for what I don't know
Perhaps a real person or some version of love on the phone
It's like these 10 little buttons have grown
So significant, my will's worthless fighting off the gluttonous jones
So I chose a different number to try
And I was thinkin' I'd end up ringing another old guy
But when I reached the third line what a surprise
It was the first time in my whole life
On the telephone my tongue was so tied

Hello?
*Breathing*
Hello?
Uh- uh...
Is there somebody there?
I can hear you

It must've been something we shared
In the weird few moments of silence
When I was quiet like no one was there
So unprepared to forget your voice
I fell in love though I was scared, like I was left no choice
But you can expect most boys
Who get a first taste of love in their 30s
To revert to their 7th birthday
That's probably why I went the worst way
And devised a plan to get to know her with my voice disguised
And invented surveys

Hello?
Hi, I'm calling from the Census Department
I was hoping you could answer a few questions of ours, ma'am
Yeah, sure
How many people live in your apartment?
What are their ages? And by chance is anyone partners?
No, it's just me. I'm 30 and I'm not married
Alrighty, do you move often, and have your jobs varied?
No, I've been here for the last 3 years
And, my jobs did you say?
Yes ma'am, how many past careers?
Well, I'm not really a people person, I've always worked in a lab
Ma'am I don't blame you with all the jerks that we have.
I take it you don't get out much to flirt with the lads?
Are you kidding?
It's just as well, men are perfectly crass

Workin' the plans I had sown to build a report
I realized to handle by phone wouldn't fulfill me no more
So using the skills I had been born with
I got a address at home tracin' the call
So I could see the best mess that I'd known
Perhaps it was only a sad attempt
to find the nerve it would take
to say goodbye to the phone and tell the girl to her face

Well, I won't put your day further to waste
Thanks for your time ma'am, sorry to disturb you, Ok?
Bye
Ok... bye

Desperate times call for closer measures
So I left behind the phone and bought some telephoto lenses
Parked in a car, like those old detectives
I watched from afar, and saw that she lived by herself alone and friendless
Then what I noticed next would leave me livid
Her only guest was a handsome guy
Whose weekly visits had her cry
By the time he would leave
I'd bet the guy was an Ex or current flame unless my eyes were deceived
I tried to believe she cried to relieve heart-ache
If this guy would leave it would seem
She was liable to be in harms way
If I could just sneak in her place
I'd find it would lead to a trace
Of why she would keep lettin' this creep within arms length

Gettin' the piece was the easy part
'Cause if by chance I met him when I crept in,
through the window I would need the arms
I was breathin' hard when I stepped in
Broke the glass into shards with the weapon
And tore the bedroom where she sleeps apart
That's when a creaking part of the floor
And a twisted knob on the door
Startled me - I turned with the gun
And shot it before I realized I killed my own love
I dropped on all fours
Sobbin' and coughin' 'til I spilled my own guts
I came to still on the rug in the same room
Filled with the stuff I had tossed around
And then I found in plain view
What seemed to be a diary
Sittin' beside my knee
I couldn't make my mind believe
The words that I would finally read

PAGE 1 - Thursday, 5:03
I was trying to sleep before the night-shift
when this guy woke me
He had a voice that had a vibe so sweet
It was caught on my thoughts
And just wouldn't let my mind go free

I skipped to page 74 and read a bit more
The only thing that I look forward to is gettin' his calls
If only I could get up the gall
I would tell him I loved him -
I had to skip right to the end of it all

As for the last passage it began:
Why me? Where's my mystery man, God?
How could you let this guy leave
Will all the bad times and depression I've seen
This just has to be the last life's lesson I need
In fact this week's visit with my little brother
He said if the cancer keeps gettin' worse it'll kill our mother
He said the Doc' said I should just accept that she's dying
And from the second he left, I spent the rest of the week crying