Breathe

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Doctor says it's easier if you breathe through it. Doctor says it's easier if you breathe. Easy for him to say he got no need to do it. Easy for him to say he got no need.

And it's coming in fast, and it's coming in clean. It'll kick your ass if you forget to breathe.

Baby, baby it can't be so bad. It can't be any much worse than the TV news. It can't be worse, it can't be any sadder than the planet you're pushing this pickaninny into.

Easy for me to say. Easy for me to sing. Why you giving me that look? Have you forgotten to breathe?

Earth Wind Fire Water Father Son and Holy Ghost. You and me and baby makes three. Ain't it the most? Ha ha ha hee hee.

If I were you I'd much rather drink through it. I'd rather have a big glass of red wine. And chase it with pills or something even stronger. But even then I bet it would kick my big black behind.

But not you, babe. You're the strong one.

So baby remember to breathe. Baby remember to breathe through it.

'The blessed five count'

So we're in childbirth class. Going over breathing techniques.

A four count.

HUH HUH hee hee.

A six count.

HUH HUH HUH hee hee hee.

A three count.

HUH HUH hee.

I'm losing interest and the lids are coming down down down.

Counting breaths is more like counting sheep.

Plus, in my sleepy overanalysis, I've determined that it's all contrived. That there's no rhyme or reason to the math of these different counts beyond the psychological: it gives mom something to focus on instead of the pain, it gives the helpless birth coach the false sense of participation in the process.

A manufactured sense of control for both mom and coach.

A trick.

"I hardly remembered that I was passing a bowling ball because hubby switched the count from three to four," she says.

Which probably works for most people. But for Bryan "Analysis Paralysis" Thomas, not so much.

And did I mention that I'm falling asleep?

Until: the five count.

The blessed five count.

HUH HUH HUH hee hee.

A FIVE count? Where did that come from?

Shoulders moving. Foot tapping.

Find the one! It's all about the one!

HUH HUH HUH hee hee.

Black it up! Find the one!

I had the main riff and the first verse before we even left the building.


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	Breathe Listen 700K. 44 second clip. Doctor says it's easier if you breathe through it. Doctor says it's easier if you breathe. Easy for him to say he got no need to do it. Easy for him to say he got no need. And it's coming in fast, and it's coming in clean. It'll kick your ass if you forget to breathe. Baby, baby it can't be so bad. It can't be any much worse than the TV news. It can't be worse, it can't be any sadder than the planet you're pushing this pickaninny into. Easy for me to say. Easy for me to sing. Why you giving me that look? Have you forgotten to breathe? Earth Wind Fire Water Father Son and Holy Ghost. You and me and baby makes three. Ain't it the most? Ha ha ha hee hee. If I were you I'd much rather drink through it. I'd rather have a big glass of red wine. And chase it with pills or something even stronger. But even then I bet it would kick my big black behind. But not you, babe. You're the strong one. So baby remember to breathe. Baby remember to breathe through it.	'The blessed five count' So we're in childbirth class. Going over breathing techniques. A four count. HUH HUH hee hee. A six count. HUH HUH HUH hee hee hee. A three count. HUH HUH hee. I'm losing interest and the lids are coming down down down. Counting breaths is more like counting sheep. Plus, in my sleepy overanalysis, I've determined that it's all contrived. That there's no rhyme or reason to the math of these different counts beyond the psychological: it gives mom something to focus on instead of the pain, it gives the helpless birth coach the false sense of participation in the process. A manufactured sense of control for both mom and coach. A trick. "I hardly remembered that I was passing a bowling ball because hubby switched the count from three to four," she says. Which probably works for most people. But for Bryan "Analysis Paralysis" Thomas, not so much. And did I mention that I'm falling asleep? Until: the five count. The blessed five count. HUH HUH HUH hee hee. A FIVE count? Where did that come from? Shoulders moving. Foot tapping. Find the one! It's all about the one! HUH HUH HUH hee hee. Black it up! Find the one! I had the main riff and the first verse before we even left the building.