Birthday Observation

So this past Monday was my birthday, and this past Sunday I celebrated with my family, a nice quiet affair watching the Giants DEMOLISH THE ST. LOUIS RAMS WOO GO GIANTS WON THE SUPER BOWL!

Just as I left, my father cranked up the ol' Compact Disc machine and, for the 28th year in a row, played "Birthday," by the Beatles. It's always been impressive to me that on top of their many accomplishments, the Beatles managed to make an awesome birthday song, really the ONLY birthday song other than THE birthday song. Unless you count this one of course.

In our formative years, after dancing around with his children to the Beatles' merry birthday song, my father would immediately leap to his feet and stop the album or skip to the next track. Sometimes he'd make it on time, but sometimes we actually got to listen to the first strains of the next song, a little ditty called "Yer Blues":

"Yes I'm lonely! Wanna die!"

Only recently did I notice this and once I did I found it quite funny, so I had my Dad keep it on. Here's the rest:

Yes I'm lonely wanna die
Yes I'm lonely wanna die
If I ain't dead already
Ooh girl you know the reason why.

In the morning wanna die
In the evening wanna die
If I ain't dead already
Ooh girl you know the reason why.

[Skip]

The eagle picks my eye
The worm he licks my bones
I feel so suicidal
Just like Dylan's Mr. Jones
Lonely wanna die
If I ain't dead already
Ooh girl you know the reason why.

Black cloud crossed my mind
Blue mist round my soul
Feel so suicidal
Even hate my rock and roll

I like to realize that 28 times in my life, my birthday has been immediately Pavlovianly associated with suicide and worms licking bones. Not to mention 26 for my brother, 23 for another brother, 20 for a sister and 17 times for my last brother's birthday. That's 114 suicidal birthdays if you're counting!

PS I'm gonna go ahead and embed that Jack Black sketch because it's amazing.


via videosift.com