A song about the Colombine incident
From a poetic neutral perspective
Beverly D'Angelo (as the teacher)
Cyrill Palacious (beat, music)
David Weisman (producer)
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My first trip into a real recording studio
Produced this song in 2000
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Teeter totter playground
Off the slide, I make no sound
I hit the sand, then run around
On the swings I will be found
At teeter totter playground
Teeter totter playground
We latchkeys gather at the spot
Reminisce and talk a lot
We play a game called truth or dare
To lose remorse, and just not care
There's my teacher, autumn dress
I have a crush, I must confess
She's thirty-two, and I'm just eight
I doubt that we could procreate
On teeter totter playground
The parents denied the ride and lied to deceive them
The pressure capped over, held under, hiding these creatures
But, now leaks have gathered a lather of rabid dementia
Just remember because they won't I betcha
Teeter totter playground
On the swings, I have been found
Holding my torn teacher's dress
I'm one up, and she's one less
Her make-up is a tear-streaked mess
On teeter totter playground
For teeter totter playground
I built a shrine to the sound
The children all laugh at me
The merry-go-round of uncertainty
For teeter totter playground
On teeter totter playground
The latchkey kids are underground
Necklaced keys have turned noose
On the gallows of their self-abuse
The massacre was self-induced
On teeter totter's playground
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