The Little Dog

Back when I was travelling every week with work, I tried my best to learn to speak at least bits and bobs of the language of our destination country.

To tell the truth, the only mandatory phrase to learn was “The duck is dead”, but that’s a different story.

It was quite good fun in restaurants to order things when you weren’t quite sure what you would turn up on your plate.  However, in one restaurant we did ask one of the people who work there to translate the menu for us.

I don’t know about anyone else who has had this experience, but I often felt pressure to pick something high up the menu or else at least nod knowingly at every translated dish, occasionally pursing lips in a gesture of “Ooh, that sounds good”, simply because I felt a reaction was necessary.

That reaction was a little easier when our translator got to one item on the menu (we were in Holland) and she told us that we could order dog.  With surprise on our faces, our translator stuck to her guns and reiterated that is was just a “little dog”, showing us with her hands that said edible dog was about 25cm high when alive.

She actually meant rabbit.  None of us ordered it anyway, confidence a little dented in our translator if not the establishment.  Chicken all round then.  Turns out that if you’re going to ask someone to do something for you, you have to be sure that they know what they’re talking about too.

Always in a rush
Never stay on the phone
Long enough
Why am I so self important?

Said I’d see you soon
But that was, oh,
Maybe a year ago
Didn’t know time
Was of the essence

So many questions
But I’m talking to myself
I know that you can’t hear me
Anymore, not anymore

So much to tell you
And most of all goodbye
But I know that you can’t hear me
Anymore

It’s so loud inside my head
With words that I
Should have said
And as I drown in my regrets
I can’t take back
The words I never said

Always talkin shit
Took your advice
And did the opposite
Just being young and stupid

Oh
I haven’t been all that you
Could have hoped for
But I you held on
A little longer
You’d have had more reasons
To be proud

Oh
So many questions
But I’m talking to myself
I know that you can’t hear me
Anymore, not anymore
So much to tell you
And most of all goodbye
But I know that you can’t hear me
Anymore

It’s so loud inside my head
With words that I
Should have said
And as I drown in my regrets
I can’t take back
The words I never said

The longer I stand here
The louder the silence
I know that your gone
But sometimes I swear
That I hear
Your voice when the wind blows
So I talk to the shadows
Hoping you might be listening
‘Cause I want you to know

It’s so loud inside my head
With words that I
Should have said
And as I drown in my regrets
I can’t take back
The words I never said

Words by Skylar Grey

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