Good questions to ask ourselves sometimes could be:
Am I really real to my outside world?
Can I even?
What does it really mean to be transparant?
How or who am I in my naked true self?
This song of Sufjan Stevens was played about John Wayne Gacy jr. on Sufjan's album 'Come on feel the Illinoise'. It left me with the weirdest feeling. Looking at this clown in the picture...if a person would ask me the story about this man - I wouldn't guess him to be a serial killer of 33 young men.
Sufjan questions himself: Am I in my best behaviour just like him? What makes me and you different, better or healthier that John Wayne Gacy Jr.?
You should listen to this song again if you will and read the lyric with it...
Sufjan Stevens - John Wayne Gacy Jr.
His father was a drinker
And his mother cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's T-shirts
When the swingset hit his head
The neighbors they adored him
For his humor and his conversation
Look underneath the house there
Find the few living things
Rotting fast in their sleep of the dead
Twenty-seven people, even more
They were boys with their cars,
summer jobs
Oh my God Are you one of them?
He dressed up like a clown for them
With his face paint white and red
And on his best behavior
In a dark room on the bed
he kissed them all
He'd kill ten thousand people
With a sleight of his hand Running far,
running fast to the dead
He took of all their clothes for them
He put a cloth on their lips Quiet hands, quiet kiss On the mouth
And in my best behavior
I am really just like him
Look beneath the floorboards
For the secrets I have hid...
