From the recording Glass Break Dementia
<p>10/26/06</p>
<p>In those dark pre-Christina-Hendricks-on-MAD-MEN days of 2006, I spat this song out of frustration with a culture that seemed to be literally starving out a generation of the young and talented. But... a straight guy ranting about female body image issues in pop culture is automatically suspect, isn't it? Also, I probably should've known better than to go topical about young Hollywood -- the references date the song immediately. Hopefully it's taken in the spirit it's given: that real women are awesome just like they are; that it's sick to tell your society that starvation is the standard of beauty; and that if one is what one eats, being frightened to eat says frightening things about what one's been emotionally fed. (P.S.: at one point, I wanted to invent a character named Emaciation Jones. Dibs.)</p>
Lyrics
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<p>Hip Bones<br /><br />I'm sick of looking at your hip bones --<br />at every actress / model / heiress<br />who takes her orders straight from Paris...<br />When will the industry please spare us<br />their emaciation jones?<br />I'm sick of looking at your hip bones.<br /><br />I'm sick of looking at your hip bones --<br />as every waify, strafey richie<br />goes blase' goosestep-strutting, which we<br />choose to misread as fierce or bitchy,<br />not misguided, tragic clones<br />I'm sick of looking at your hip bones.<br /><br />I'm sick of looking at your hip bones --<br />Kiera, we dream about you nightly,<br />but oh, your skeleton's unsightly<br />atop a pirate ship of fright; we<br />would fill your treasured chest with scones.<br />I'm sick of looking at your hip bones.<br /><br />What did a burger ever do to you?<br />What did a pizza ever do to you?<br />What did a french fry ever do to you?<br />What the hell did your parents do to you?<br />How can our culture keep on killing you?<br /><br />I'm sick of looking at your hip bones.<br />I guess it started back with Twiggy,<br />but she's a long way since "Shindig;" she<br />might be size 6 – is that now piggy?<br />Lay off the Botox, all you crones,<br />And get some marrow in your hip bones.</p>
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