The Barry Williams Show - A Mock to Reality T.V? Better Believe It

Let's go.
One man at the window,
One girl at the bar.
Saw that look of recognition when they know just who you are.
I seen you on the T.V.,
I seen you on that show,
You make the people crazy and then you let them go.

Before the show we calm them,
We sympathise, we care,
And the hostile folk we keep apart 'til the red light says "on air."
Did you see our leather lovers,
All tied up to the chair,
Did you catch those child molesters,
No one else goes there.

What a show,
The Barry Williams show!
What a show,
Dysfunctional excess is all it took for my success,
The greater pain that they endure,
The more you know the show will scored.
It's showtime.

Got the reputation of a surgeon,
'Cos they cannot feel the cut.
It looks so very simple but it really is an art.
They call our studio 'the hospital',
Making money from the sick.
We let people be themselves there is no other trick,
''My lover stole my girlfriend,''
''I keep beating up my ex,''
''I want to kill my neighbour,''
''My daughter's selling sex,''
''My s/m lover hurt me,''
''My girl became a man,''
''I love my daughter's rapist,"
''My life's gone down the pan.''

What a show,
The Barry Williams show!
The Barry Williams show!
Dysfunctional excess is all it took for my success,
And when the punches start to fly,
The ratings always read so high.
It's showtime!

''That girl has got no scruples'',
Not a wrinkle on her face!
You would not believe the plot she conceived,
So they'd let her take my place.
Well, no man is an island,
No man is a sea,
But this display of emotion
Is all but drowning me.

What a show,
Oh what a show on my show,
The Barry Williams show!
It's my show,
What a show.
Dysfunctional excess is all it took for my success.
The best tv you've ever seen,
Where people say the things that they really mean.
I hear my name,
I hear them roar,
For the one more time I take the floor.
Just one more Barry Williams show,
We're gonna take you where you want to go!
it's showtime!
Come on down...
Come on down...
Come on down...
COME ON DOWN!
Peter Gabriel

No matter what I do, and no matter what I say, it seems I am slowly becoming exactly what I swore I hated and never wished to become. I suppose it's simply because whether or not you want to believe it, your friends and the people around you affect you. They affect the way you feel, the way you think, what you say, what you do, and everything else. You begin to pick up habits they have, as well, perhaps. When I got here, 5 years ago, everything I saw slowly amazed me, and made me question just about everything I heard. Everything was just so different to what I had seen before, the life I'd lived for the first 7 years of my life. The people were so...different. The way the acted, the way they treated each other, the way they spoke, and how they reacted to things. I saw things that would have been looked down upon and shot at with looks of disgust, being laughed at in a friendly manner, and even complemented. It made no sense to me, and the people who I knew my whole life looked at these things the same way I did, but they acted much different than I did. They didn't just look at them, curiously, but they were the ones who frowned at it and spoke up about it. The ones who were being looked at and lectured about this, I suppose, didn't understand why people reacted like they were. We were both being ignorant about difference, as well as equality. Still, they told me that I must never be like that. To always remember where I came from, and who I am, not who was around me and what was really happening. That was 5 years ago. To this day, I, of course, still remember what they said, and I look at everything I saw curiously and questioningly for a second time, and some of it still intrigues me. Others, however, I realize I do what they did. I laugh at it, I even do some of it sometimes. Sometimes I look at my family, and see what they do and I realize that I am actually questioning if I was really supposed to be related to them. We're so different, how can I be related to them? I've become what I was told not to, and I don't want to. Its not something that I've decided on becoming, it wasn't a decision, I say. But it was a decision. I could have continued to look down on things and say "that's not right, don't do it" and separate myself from them because what they arew doing is foreign to what I grew up with. But I can't because the part of my life I spent in the country I came from is slowly becoming a meager part in my life, and the things I was taught slowly fade. Except those things which I love. The things I must always remember. Those, I will carry with me forever, because I choose to. I simply needed to get that out, because there are far too many things I'm keeping inside that push out others. Writing these helps sometimes! So there, I've laid out yet another personal, story I suppose, for the public to see. I'm not sure if I ought to keep it open for comments, but I'll see what is replied to it for the moment.