Calling And Not Calling My Ex has been one of my favorites since my first time through The Stand Ins. I quite enjoyed hearing it today, because of how "Christmas" related the lyrics and sound of the song are (bells, etc).
I still can't decide if I think the girl Iron Sheff Boyardee is talking about is the one from 'Listening to Otis Redding At Home During Christmas' (which would make sense because of the Christmas correlation), or the girl from 'Love to a Monster' (which would be great because of how polar opposite the themes of both songs are). Maybe all three songs are about the same girl, I don't know. Whatever it is, I'm probably ridiculously emo and sissy to have spent so much time pondering it.
Regardless, this song is stellar and I'm going to post the lyrics here because I don't blog (hopefully this makes me less emo and sissy). My favorite section has been bolded. Sheff is a master of lyrics and imagery, if you disagree, I'll fight you to the death and/or light you on fire.
Calling And Not Calling My Ex
She was once mine,
That smile that shines from the glossy magazine that stuck inside the Sunday Times
She was so sweet on Christmas Eve
With the snow set deep, when we went walking through the pines
I had just been fired and her first offer had arrived
And the new year would see her flying far away from me,
Though I didn't know it at the time
With outstretched hands
Now she commands
A famous figure,
For every picture
And she stands up strong and she demands
And they deliver
Yeah, she's a fixture
And it's a mixture of dumb jealousy and fear that I might feel, should she appear
Just like it hasn't been three years
And there's a distance to her voice over the phone and that's because she stands alone,
While I'm still sitting here
Girl, you see me here on another quiet night
I will wait until another indistinguishable day arrives
I'll decide where the light's even and bright
Where my life's sweet as it's slightly, disappointingly, just gliding softly by
And you won't wait for me in some secluded stand of trees some Christmas Eve,
Some god was kind enough to set aside
Although I'd love you to, I'm proud of you
God knows I'm feeling really stupid now
For ever having said goodbye
During the fight
I said, "Yeah right"
When you insisted that I visit, that you'd write
Now, I know you're working hard so I never hear from you, and that's fine
You look the same on TV as when you were mine
I walk in from the kitchen and I finger the remote control
I watch you from the distance, you go walking through the terminal
I remember ever instance, when you stung me
Oh, you're so lovely
Oh, you're so smart...
So, go turn their heads, go knock them dead, go break their hearts
Go break their hearts
Baby, break their hearts
And I know you will
