“Fuzzy Logic”

I like all of the tracks on Garden Variety, but my favorite by far is “Fuzzy Logic.” It’s about how we tend to drift away from the ideals of youth.

In this case, one of the main things I was thinking about was how my friend Chris Merenda and I used to pick through other people’s trash in our old neighborhood in Northeast Philadelphia when we were six or seven years old in the early 1980s — which explains the line “picking trash like a pair of strays.”

All of this was in the days before medical waste had to be disposed of securely. There was a dentist’s office in the neighborhood, and we used to go through his trash in search of used dental equipment and plaster castings of chipped teeth and overbites. The castings were white and chalky, and we’d draw in the street with them for hours. Now that I’m an adult, I can’t believe we used to draw in the street with other people’s teeth. In a way, a lot of my songs are about trying to recapture that kind of innocence.

Of course, it would have been tough to write a song about drawing in the street with plaster castings of other people’s teeth, so I used the best tooth-related pop-culture reference I could think of and went with the scene from The Godfather just before Vito Corleone dies (“goofy grin through an orange rind”).

Here’s the song…

And here are the lyrics:

Fuzzy Logic

Remember how we used to roll,
Fuzzy logic of five-year-olds?
I was you, and maybe you were me.
No one told us who we had to be.

Will we ever live like that again?
Will we ever love like that again?
Will we ever, ever, ever?
Will we ever live like that again?
Will we ever love like that again?
Will we ever, ever, ever?

Hand to mouth and day to day,
Picking trash like a pair of strays.
Mine was yours, and yours was mine.
Goofy grin through an orange rind.

Will we ever live like that again?
Will we ever love like that again?
Will we ever, ever, ever?
Will we ever live like that again?
Will we ever love like that again?
Will we ever, ever, ever?

Remember how we used to dream
Of leaving town for a whole new scene?
Moving out and moving on
When we should have been holding on.

Will we ever live like that again?
Will we ever love like that again?
Will we ever, ever, ever?
Will we ever live like that again?
Will we ever love like that again?
Will we ever, ever, ever?

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