AUTHOR'S NOTE + SYNOPSIS
AUTHOR'S NOTE + SYNOPSIS
TRIVIAL TRIVIAL THINGS
At her parents’ home, before her kidnapping, Patty and her parents sing of their ordinary-world problems
Rain on my errands
Aphids in the garden
Two out with flu in the office
The Dow Jones still stalling
These little trivial trivial things
Keep wearing away
Testing my patience
In my ord’nary ev’ryday
Dad, you say...
I don’t need my job at the store
Mom, i get it...
You call it “slumming"
Me a salesgirl employee
Earning my own money
But what about what about
Trying to understand me
A chip in my teacup
The same wrong number
A new parking ticket
That fly unswatted
These little trivial trivial things
Keep nibbling
To my dismay
Embezzling serenity
From Sunday to Saturday
Dad, don’t say... I’m being unfair
That not all things are equal
Mom, why do you say…
Just leave those jobs
For the other people
Why can’t you see
The way I feel is not some little
Trivial trivial thing to me
If I only could
I’d take more pleasure
In my mornings melting
My afternoons amble-ing
Down to evenings stretched out
Pleasantly uneventful
If not for these little trivial trivial things
Mom, don’t say... I’m far too young
That I’m drifting toward
The wrong crowd
Dad, why do you say...
That I just don’t get what it’s all about
Why can’t you see...
The way i feel is not some little
Trivial trivial thing to me.
I most certainly would
If only I could
Take more pleasure
If only I could
Take more pleasure
In my mornings melting
My afternoons amble-ing
Down to evenings stretched out
Pleasantly uneventful
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If not for these little
Fiddling piddling triflingly
Trivial trivial
Trivial trivial things
What about what about
The way I feel
That I’d never miss
If they went away
What about what about
The way I feel
That I’d never miss
If they went away
The way I feel
Is not some trivial trivial thing to me
Until the day comes
When I wish when I wish
What about what about
These little trivial trivial things
The way I feel the way i feel
Were my biggest concern
Round which again
Were my biggest concern
Round which again
Our little world turned