Byline: Aron Wander

Grandkid Cudi

The following is a blow-by-blow of my impressions of the songs on the album, with some comments from my step-grandmother, who admits that she is a Kid Cudi neophyte.

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If I Have Been Honest

It has only been for lack of trying anything else.

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You Can’t Sing

Coming to grips with bad pitch.

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This is what I’ll remember about being a kid:

huddling under the covers and knowing

that if an elbow or toe peeked out,

whatever passing gods there were

would steal it before midnight…

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During Fire Drills

my teachers wore the same face they did

on 9/11.

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This Is How God Walks the Playground

Two fists and a bruised knuckle. No lunch money. No school bus. He wears his soles out each morning, drops them at the back of the courtyard, and goes to class barefoot. Doesn’t say much. He sits alone some days and other days he doesn’t. Always the same thing for lunch. Carrots and men.

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