ArTkY_
02/15/06, 07:28 PM
May Day is a short story by F. Scott Fitzgerald... one of my favorite writers, and my favorite from the 20s. Gordon Sterrett is a character in the story... This, IMO, is my best work outside of TBLS... I love it. You don't have to, but at least try to like it, haha. The first verse is NOT about Gordon Sterrett, but about the people who really benefitted from the Industrial boom in the 20s. This alludes to today, so look at it from a modern perspective. Here goes:
Let's get down to business
the stooge eager for a piece of the pie says,
"may I take your coat, sir?"
We're hanging by our necks on these hangers
Tonight, is the night when it all goes to hell
Listen to them scream out for justice
Sorry, I'll have to fit you in...
how's your Tuesday?
Could you tell me?
What made you like this?
I remember college together
I remember drunken nights with girls by our sides
You and her joined at the hip
This curse inflicted upon himself
But the streets reek with this stench,
So much that it burns your eyes out...
They might as well call this gilded
I'm terrible at this
There's nothing left for me here, you know
Unload a cartridge behind the temple
'Cause time's against me, honey
My friend, lend me this last favor
As tears well up in my eyes,
I can only say
I'm free every day now
Could you tell me?
What made you like this?
I remember college together
I remember drunken nights with girls by our sides
You and her joined at the hip
My friend, lend me this last favor
Listen up Edith Bradin!
Do I bore you?
This is how it'll be,
forever and after...
I thought I loved her
but it seems I'm just a sickly child
of an affliction striking us all
I am the image of what every man
will soon become
I am the downfall of society
that grows imminent
I am Gordon Sterrett on May Day
Fin.
Let's get down to business
the stooge eager for a piece of the pie says,
"may I take your coat, sir?"
We're hanging by our necks on these hangers
Tonight, is the night when it all goes to hell
Listen to them scream out for justice
Sorry, I'll have to fit you in...
how's your Tuesday?
Could you tell me?
What made you like this?
I remember college together
I remember drunken nights with girls by our sides
You and her joined at the hip
This curse inflicted upon himself
But the streets reek with this stench,
So much that it burns your eyes out...
They might as well call this gilded
I'm terrible at this
There's nothing left for me here, you know
Unload a cartridge behind the temple
'Cause time's against me, honey
My friend, lend me this last favor
As tears well up in my eyes,
I can only say
I'm free every day now
Could you tell me?
What made you like this?
I remember college together
I remember drunken nights with girls by our sides
You and her joined at the hip
My friend, lend me this last favor
Listen up Edith Bradin!
Do I bore you?
This is how it'll be,
forever and after...
I thought I loved her
but it seems I'm just a sickly child
of an affliction striking us all
I am the image of what every man
will soon become
I am the downfall of society
that grows imminent
I am Gordon Sterrett on May Day
Fin.