DONNIE WHO??

Is it about Donnie? Is it about the rabbit? Is it about the mother, the girlfriend? Or is it about you or me (or both)?

So I watched Donnie Darko (well, that's a bit generous,
it took about 1 or 2 weeks to get through the whole thing..
10 minutes here, -2 minutes here, and finally,
the rest of it with about 1.5 hours in one chunk was done..)

And well, I kept falling asleep
and waking up during the whole film, isn't that fitting though?
Isn't that like,
what the whole film is about? (It's not about Donnie..
Donnie is only pretending that it's about Donnie, right?)

Gyllenhaal is a superb actor (I loved him in Prince of Persia too..
I'd be tempted to rewatch it, just to see him at work..)
but it's not about Gyllenhaal, it's about Donnie. Or is it about the viewer?
Is it about me? Is it about you?

Who is Donnie? who are you??

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WE ARE ALL DONNIE

Donnie, Donnie Darko,
man of many faces,
Talent of many cases (not Gyllenhaal.. Donnie. Stick with me, I know it’s hard..
It gets harder, but then it gets easier, what a tragedy, but you wanted it that way, right? Say WRONG if I’m wrong! Say LONG if it’s been too long!
And say SONG if you’d like a song!)

SONG, SONG, SONG, and LONG, LONG, LONG

Alright, my son, my daughter, my mother-from-another-uncle;
Where should we begin? 3 requests for 3 seconds of song?
A song that’s too long? I mean, sorry, I’m just the chef, I don’t take the orders,
let me ring for the bell-hop..

BELLHOP, TO THE KITCHEN PLEASE…

Hello, bellhop here.

But you’re .. but you’re .. you just took off the chef hat
and put on a bell-hop hat..

Right, do you get it now? I’m a man of many hats.. talents.. faces..
Just like Donnie. Just like Gyllenhaal. Just like the Rabbit.
Just like YOU.

Please, don’t lump me in with your crazy friends and their crazy games,
I’m having a hard time keeping things straight,
I can’t even stand up straight, I don’t know if I’m sleeping, or if I’m awake,
I don’t know what is the date,
I can’t even remember what I ate, and that was only an hour ago..

My dear old soul, let me sing a song, something to ooze, to seethe,
to ease and pierce, the tangled web, the tangled threads,
the heart of yours that wants to be free, at ease, to sing, to be free…
(you can have and be all of these things, my dear…
just sit back, take a sip back, relax… and think back…)

Donnie, dear, or Charlie So..
Lived once in a little cottage in Meddinggo
You lived a hundred lives at a time
Never sure where you were
Or if it was alright to stand in the rain

Full of hate, full of shame
Full of pain, right to the nose (and then some)
You taught me something, that’s to be sure
You taught me how not to live,
For that I am sure

You taught me how to live while dying
How to speak without saying a thing
How to look at things and see not a thing
How not to see
A train on-coming

You taught me all that, a neat trick of your hat
I’m very thankful, and grateful, all those things
See, I wouldn’t have seen, that life’s just a dream
So quickly, so freely, if you hadn’t shown it to me
When I strutted my stuff,
When I thought I was the best,
Better than all the rest,
Ace of every test
When I thought all those things,
I did it secretly,
I did it so cleverly,
Not even I knew I was thinking those things
And yet the secret-keeper went on keeping his secrets
And he did a marvellous, wonderful, fantasticus job

In keeping of secrets, in burying of hatchets (in one’s own stomach),
Did you meet a fellow better at it than that?
Did you meet a fellow who could swallow his hat? (And pretend he hadn’t done it?)

You talk a lot of trash,
I think you’re only made of trash - you are what you eat,
You are what you say
Why don’t you take your opinion
Throw it out in the rain

Ah, my fellow, on that we agree
My opinion’s worth not much
You can get it on sale for free
And when it’s not on sale
It’s worth not a penny to me

Why do you confuse me
Why do you go round in circles
WONT YOU FUCKING JUST SAY IT ALREADY
WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY
IM SITTING OUT HERE
IN THE POURING OF RAIN
IM SITTING AND SULKING
AND I HAVENT GOT ALL DAY

I’m sorry, let me bring you a raincoat, there’s a good fellow.
Sit in the cold as long as you want, I’ll leave the door open,
As I’ve already done,
Feel free to come in, (sure, the water’s fine out there…)
But it’s warmer, and it’s cozier
And it’s all for You
There’s a meal on the table, it’s Alphabet Soup
I think you should be able to find your name in there
Or some other word that gives you pleasure

NOTHING GIVES ME PLEASURE
I TAKE PLEASURE IN PAIN
CANT YOU SEE
TO ME ITS NOT ALL THE SAME
YOU ENJOY AND YOU LAUGH
YOU HAVE SO MUCH FUN
I ONLY HAVE FUN
WHEN I SEE YOU HAVE NONE!

Well, my dear
Aren’t you quite the poet!
In enjoying your misery
Your sulking, your authenticity
I mean, how can you hate a fellow who’s honest like that?
How can you hate him, even when he wears the big black cap?
Pirate, or hater, whatever you may be
At least you seem to see things clear enough to see
You can say it how it is, how you want it to be
And you say it without stuttering, without any shame
How can you say it, despite the pouring rain?
You must have a real strength,
You must have a real spine
You must have loads more of that good stuff
Despite the pouring rain

DO YOU MEAN
I SIT OUT HERE

Because I choose to?

You tell me, do you choose to?
Do you have a choice?
Can you pick up your ass
And walk through the open door?
There aren’t any tricks, there aren’t any traps
Look, I even put out a fresh welcome mat
(though it’s a bit soaked by now, nevermind..)

I tried to pick up my ass
But it wouldn’t move
My body, it wouldn’t follow my commands!

Ah, this is a terrible affliction,
I’ll ring for the house doctor
He’s seen this condition, I think, once or twice (and it’s never nice..)

Drip by drip
I’m fading away
I think there’s nothing left
Not after so much pain

You think this, you think that
That’s your main problem
Why not put the thoughts down
Here, pour them into my hat

I’ll do it, I’ll do it
Maybe some other day
Maybe some other way
Maybe, when I don’t feel the pain

Yes, I’m no house doctor
Not even a nurse
But this kind of excuses
You’re not the first!
I’ll do it not-today
I’ll do it tomorrow
Haven’t you heard
Tomorrow’s always tomorrow?