Seth Sentry - The Waitress Song
Lyrics:
And there's a place I go for breakfast every afternoon
the coffees rubbish and the bacons always hard to chew
an the toast is always soggy
but I hardly notice
the food takes such a long time to get made
even when I'm the only person in the cafe
and the tables always wobbly
but I hardly notice
You probably thinking why would I even bother reading their rotter daily basis
there's heaps of other places
but I'll change to another place if their bacon is rubber
and the taste of the cuppa makes peoples faces all splutter
it's the waitress I love her
the way she cleans plates with a clutter
makes my heart race race with a flutter
I know it's crazy to love a lady that basically just a stranger with an apron down her front
I don't need to ask her name and number
cause this relationship is built on breakfast
I'm waiting on her just to wait on me
and there's a place I go for breakfast every afternoon
the coffees rubbish and the bacon is always hard to chew
and the toast is always soggy
but I hardly notice
and the food takes such a long time to get made
even when I'm the only person in the cafe
and the tables always wobbly
but I hardly notice
she says hi to me bye to me that'll be 5.95 to me
I don't really mind that's alright wih me
I just smile and eat
sometimes we mightn't speak for like a week
she knows that in my quiet time I Ike to write a poem
with my headphones newspaper, bacon, fried or poached eggs, slice of toast, a long black
but the beans are always burnt
and if the cup is dirty she just cleans it with her shirt
I wonder if she's my ideal girl
and what would happen if we date in the real world
na, I don't want to risk what we have
and have to tip cause of that
besides this relationship is built on breakfast
I'm waiting on her just to wait on me
and there's a place I go or breakfast every afternoon
the coffees rubbish and the bacons always hard to chew
and the toast is always soggy
but I hardly notice
and the food takes such a long time to get made
even when I'm the only person in the cafe
an my tables always wobbly
but I hardly notice
and it don't matter that the bacon I eat is cold
and it okay that their newspapers are weeks old
no I don't mind, no it's fine cause she is all that I'm there for
and it don't matter that the bacon I eats cold
and it's okay their newspapers are weeks old
no I don't mind, no it's fine cause she's all that I'm there for
and there's a place I go for breakfast every afternoon
the coffees rubbish and the bacons always hard to chew
and the toast is always soggy
but I hardly notice
and the food takes such a long time to get made
even when I'm the only person in the cafe
and the tables always wobbly
but I hardly notice
Analysis and Opinion
Upon first listening to this song, my mind began to wonder at the peculiar distaste Sentry has for the cafe, albeit he stays and returns periodically and his absent mindedness manifests. Evidently the food at this specific restaurant is not superb... so why would one venture to such a place - and even potentially on a regular basis like Sentry?
Obviously there is a girl, a waitress, that attracts Sentry's desire and he even returns continually to the poor restaurant seemingly to observe his waitress again. Whilst the thought about dating this particular girl has been unearthed, Sentry negates this idea due to their relationship which is "built on breakfast". This phrase perplexed me as I could not understand his reasoning for not pursuing the relationship or his strange obsession with the lesser cafe. However, it resonated with me recently whilst killing time with procrastination whereby I was listening to music and probably singing...
He doesn't pursue his attraction with the waitress because he doesn't have to nor does he want to. The restaurant, waitress, wobbly tables and breakfast are all little intricate and profound aspects of something much more important for Sentry; every line in the song illustrates Sentry's singular tradition that he takes pride in.
One's hobbies that are enjoyed independently are traditions that need not reason. To appreciate and be thankful of these little and perhaps strange obsessions we have with certain hobbies or interests is the message inferred for me. One's poignant or sentimental habit does not need to be recognized officially nor does it need to make sense to all.
Cherish the strange habits you have as they put you in better moods and catalyze your day positively.
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