I’m going to try to be more concise with my ramblings moving forward. I noticed that last post for January, unless reading from a browser, not all of the post was displayed (like, in “reader”). The whole fun of this is seeing the horoscope for the month and trying to draw conspiracy like connections to the song of the month. Fun for who? Well me of course. That’s part of my challenge with being concise. Most people consider how other people will be reading their posts when they write them. Not me buddy. I don’t even know half the time why I bother with this. This is mostly me rambling and getting something out of my system. I’m not like the others you know. Considering that I have written off most social media as this Quizboy character, this blog is pretty much it I guess for that sort of expression.
The song “Not Like the Others You Know” began as me just tinkering around on the piano in an attempt to try and learn it. A skill I am still not very good at. Similarly to guitar, I basically learned enough to muster up an arrangement to apply lyrics to. The song is basically about refusing to make peace with someone after a certain boundary has been crossed. Others may give that someone a pass, others might feel it’s incumbent upon you to as well. But guess what. I’m not like the others you know.
I realize that with astrology there are just wide swipes at generalizations and relatively universal truths, to create that sense of “whoa.” But still, considering I put all these greatest hits together last Novembe (ish) and arbitrarily assigned a month to each song on the track list, it’s still kinda spooky how the horoscope tends to resonate.
Courtesy of Stylist.Co.Uk :
Lyrics for “Not Like The Others You Know”
Don’t get the story twisted, there’s no more bone to pick
You’ve got some nerve to stir up shade with that manipulation
So one more time, let’s hear how nothing’s your fault
A spoiled brat has always got another scheme in the plot
See I’m not like, not like the others you know
You act surprised that I won’t hang from your rope
You realize that I get the feeling you don’t
You’re on some tweaked shit and plotting without consequence
One at a time, line up fuck you and you most
I’ll kill you twice, come back I’ll murder the ghost
See I’m not like, not like the others you know
You act surprised that I won’t hand from your rope
Don’t get the story twisted, there’s no more bone to pick
You’ve got some nerve to stir up shade and that manipulation
So more time, lemme hear how nothing’s your fault
A spoiled brat has always got another scheme left to plot
Quizboy 
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