This song is autobiographical. Not so much so when I wrote it, but now it definitely describes me way too well. Reading these lyrics is like a slap in the face. That’s probably exactly what I need most. It’s been nearly thirty years since I wrote this song.
“It's no good running a pig farm badly for 30 years while saying, ‘Really, I was meant to be a ballet dancer.’ By then, pigs will be your style.”
- Quentin Crisp
- Quentin Crisp
Little Fly
©
1987 Brian Hutzell
Little
Fly is still a freshman but he's got a grade
From every college in his home state
Now he says he's gonna move away and get a job
But that is one thing he can't take
When he's unhappy he'll just stay up late, flipping channels
Watching pieces of the programs
Looking for the parts that make him laugh
But when they're over he still feels bad
Little Fly, don't take it personally
Little Fly, get away from the window screen
Little Fly, still looking for a way to escape
I hate to tell you
You're stuck, Little Fly
He swings when he's got a chance
He isn't picky, just as long as it's easy
He says it isn't worth his time to make an effort
So he often appears sleazy
The talk about his former success is hard to listen to
And probably false anyway
The product of a mind,
Eaten alive by no creation, only intake
Little Fly, don't take it personally
Little Fly, get away from the window screen
Little Fly, still looking for a way to escape
I hate to tell you
You're stuck, Little Fly
Listen to the way he describes where he wants to be
And how hard he tries to work constantly
On a career that every other year is something new
Notice how sincere his philosophies
Though not too clear, support his pleas
For cruel fate to give him a break and let him move
Little Fly, don't take it personally
Little Fly, get away from the window screen
Little Fly, still looking for a way to escape
I hate to tell you
You're stuck, Little Fly
Sullenly he waits for things to break
Then blames the names of the places where they were made
Probably some incredibly dumb and backwards town
Nothing holds him down except his mood when he frowns in the gloom
When he's like that, nobody can reverse his scowl
From every college in his home state
Now he says he's gonna move away and get a job
But that is one thing he can't take
When he's unhappy he'll just stay up late, flipping channels
Watching pieces of the programs
Looking for the parts that make him laugh
But when they're over he still feels bad
Little Fly, don't take it personally
Little Fly, get away from the window screen
Little Fly, still looking for a way to escape
I hate to tell you
You're stuck, Little Fly
He swings when he's got a chance
He isn't picky, just as long as it's easy
He says it isn't worth his time to make an effort
So he often appears sleazy
The talk about his former success is hard to listen to
And probably false anyway
The product of a mind,
Eaten alive by no creation, only intake
Little Fly, don't take it personally
Little Fly, get away from the window screen
Little Fly, still looking for a way to escape
I hate to tell you
You're stuck, Little Fly
Listen to the way he describes where he wants to be
And how hard he tries to work constantly
On a career that every other year is something new
Notice how sincere his philosophies
Though not too clear, support his pleas
For cruel fate to give him a break and let him move
Little Fly, don't take it personally
Little Fly, get away from the window screen
Little Fly, still looking for a way to escape
I hate to tell you
You're stuck, Little Fly
Sullenly he waits for things to break
Then blames the names of the places where they were made
Probably some incredibly dumb and backwards town
Nothing holds him down except his mood when he frowns in the gloom
When he's like that, nobody can reverse his scowl
“Babbit”
Brian Hutzell
from Brand New Bouncing Suit
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