Tasteless!?! That's not the first time someone called one of my favorite songs tasteless! Actually, I find myself attracted to tasteless songs, if they're funny enough.

Some might use that description for much of my repertoire, but the song to which I think you are referring is "You Don't Even Care" by Tim Wallace. It is available on a compilation disk called Fertile Land, Acoustic Harvest III put out by Folknet: the Northeast Ohio Folk and Traditional Music and Dance Society. You can get more information (including how to order) from www.folknet.org. Tim has a tape which I have ordered from him, but it has not yet arrived.

Oh, yeah, the song.

You Don't Even Care
by Tim Wallace

I shot myself through the head, and you don't even care.
I held my breath 'til I was dead, and you don't even care.
I nailed a note to my forehead saying you don't even care.
And I hate it when you treat me this a way.

I gassed myself the other night, but you don't even care.
I burnt my lips on your tailpipe, but you don't even care.
You told me that I never did a single thing for you,
Not even when I choked and turned your favorite shade of blue.

I hung myself , but I suppose that you don't even care.
Right next to your favorite clothes and you don't even care.
Strung out by your pantyhose and you don't even care.
And I hate it when you treat me this a way.

I flung myself off of your roof, and you don't even care.
My dead corpse is living proof that you don't even care.
I landed flat with a big fat splat, but on the way down,
I called your name so folks would blame you all over town.

I stuffed grenades into my jeans, and you don't even care.
I blew my butt to smitherreens, and you don't even care.
And you weren't even listening 'cause you don't even care.
And I hate it when you treat me this a way.

I climbed into the lions den, and you don't even care.
I never climbed back out again, but you don't even care.
They pawed me and they clawed me the way you used to do.
And when they ripped my heart out I could only think of you.

I slashed and bashed and gashed myself, but you don't even care.
Crashed and mashed and trashed myself, but you don't even care.
I even made a flaming ash of myself, but you don't even care.
And I hate it when you treat me like I'm maladjusted,
And I hate it when you treat me like I'm codependent,
And I hate it when you treat me like I'm self-destructive,
And I hate it when you treat me this a way.

Roger in Baltimore