Personal Life Lyrics: My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark

Is that title of this Fall Out Boys track a metaphor for an anthology that seems to play like the Black Mirror series (now playing on Netflix)?

If you’ve seen it (and I highly recommend it, as an advent fan of science fiction and psychological thrillers), you’d know that each episode shows a social facet of technology in our society and puts a sci-fi extreme on the premise in a pessimistic way.

Be careful making wishes in the dark dark
Can’t be sure when they’ve hit their mark, mark
And besides in the mean, mean time
I’m just dreaming of tearing you apart

Back to the classroom I go; to the moments where (as a substitute teacher) my rule isn’t law (The opposite of Aku’s statement to Samurai Jack as he tears a hole in the fabric of space-time and sends Jack back to the past. Yet another dystopian futuristic show to enjoy as well). I am the evil (Aku) in a classroom of students that wish to be on their own accord with the devices that keep them busy (i.e the computer technology that we all use everyday to keep up with the times)
In my head, I’m wishing (as I’m done passing out the assignments, seeing that they wish not to do them) that they could get off their devices and at least try to do the assignments that the teachers (both myself and the primary teacher in their absence; as I can compare the primary to the samurai with his magic sword and to the students eyes, the real evil that threatens their kingdom of digital pleasure) want them to do. My wishes in terms of their actions state otherwise, but in the meantime I know that the students; although they aren’t working on the assignments, dream of tearing me apart because I’m just a substitute that’s in the dark, waiting to hit their mark when the bell rings for dismissal.
I’m in the de-details with the devil
So now the world can never get me on my level
I just got to get you out of the cage
I’m a young lover’s rage
Gonna need a spark to ignite
As a substitute, it is important to establish a special relationship with the students that is nonlinear, as the devices that we all have already have linear information that they can search for and retrieve.
So, what do I do?
I become the devil in the details without having to know a single student’s name.
That’s right.
You see, every day in a different school with different students is like any anthology series so as a substitute, you develop social skills that they can’t completely level with. The spark of creativity ignites with a touch of the bizarre, as in this episodic cage of potential feisty devils, I weave a tale of clever dialog and comebacks.
My songs know what you did in the dark
My observations become words (as the Crypt Keeper from Tales From the Crypt) and they are quite cryptic; using social commentary from social outlets made popular in pop culture to obscure means (by no means are they meant to do harm, instead they are meant to entertain in a literal manner).
So light ’em up up up
Light ’em up up up
Light ’em up up up
I’m on fire
And I light them up with yet another academic tool that forces them to think hard (and not look down at their phones near their pants, smiling at themselves in awe).
The dialectic.
Heraclitus* called it:
Logos (and not the hashtags that are used on their Snapchat and Instagram pictures either)
Another name that students hate for it in laments terms (because they think it is lame)
So light ’em up up up
Light ’em up up up
Light ’em up up up
I’m on fire
I am reminded of the heated debates that I’d get in from different students. I’d get students in all manner of Hell (Middle school has a special place in Hell for any educator though. If you’ve read Dante’s Inferno, you’d know that there are 9 circles where the sinful live. Middle school is the 10th he never told you about. If the 9th circle is so cold that your skin burns from the climate, then middle school is as cold as Einstein-Bose Consolidate).
I often remind those that step in the classroom that I’m covering (It is the Twilight Zone, after all) that they have stepped into my kitchen and if they act like they have no sense, they will get roasted (not in a bad way though. In an academic way because I love their potential).
In the dark dark
In the dark dark
The enlightenment of the Pre-Socratic played a heavy role in Aristotle’s philosophy but to keep students out of the dark, I make note of the past though the Socratic method.
All the writers keep writing what they write, write
Somewhere another pretty vein just died
I’ve got the scars from tomorrow and
I wish you could see, see
That you’re the antidote to everything except for me, me
The Republic
The Allegory of the Cave
A few books written by Plato entailing the dialogues of Socrates.
None of them the students would dare care to read or wish to understand.
So what do I do?
I ask questions (while they make statements, assuming).
You see, some like to jump to conclusions because Google has the answers for everything or they feel it in themselves to know the answers (Rationalism did go against Empiricism back in the day). But the antidote that I wish they could see is something that I never guessed they’d take as a joke.
A constellation of tears on your lashes
Burn everything you love, then burn the ashes
In the end everything collides
My childhood spat back out the monster that you see
  • Mr. Johnson, what is your sign?
  • Do you have a girlfriend (or boyfriend)?
  • How old are you?
These are the basic questions they ask of me and it is justified to get to know someone that you don’t know if you are taking the place of the one that is so familiar. Socrates asked questions too. I often answer in kind as he might be proud of:
  • What is the 8th sign that rules death and rebirth?
  • Does it profit to have a mate in this classroom?
  • Did you know the age of your teacher and does it matter if I am the teacher too? 
Answering questions with questions burns the baseline of answers into a monster of research that they’d rather not bother with and I enjoy a little mystery.
My songs know what you did in the dark
And I keep them in the dark until they find out that I care not for personal inquiry. The feeling is quite mutual.
So light ’em up up up
Light ’em up up up
Light ’em up up up
I’m on fire
I usually don’t introduce myself in the standard format (Hi. My name is Mr. Johnson, etc…).
That is too damn boring.
I do something else.
I let them introduce the moment.
I stand at the door or stay at the teacher’s desk and then I hear:
  1. Oh my God, it’s a sub!
  2. Bruh!
  3. Are you a sub? 
  4. The teacher ain’t here? Oh (expletive word)! 

So light ’em up up up
Light ’em up up up
Light ’em up up up
I’m on fire

The fire has been lit.

Now for the First Law of Thermodynamics to meet the Second and Third in real time.

  1. Hi. I’m not a 6 in or a footlong but they do sell them in the canteen. 
  2. Whassup? Are we related? 
  3. I’m here and so are you.
  4. I don’t drink sugar honey iced tea. I’m drinking coffee. 

In the dark dark
In the dark dark

Oh the feels.

My songs know what you did in the dark (My songs know what you did in the dark)

My responds ignite them and this leaves one hell of a mark.

So light ’em up up up
Light ’em up up up
Light ’em up up up
I’m on fire

Once I have settled in, I finally make use of the Laws of Classical Logic to let them know who I am (As brief as possible, as soon as I quiet them down. Sometimes, a monitor is needed).

  1. I’m Mr. Johnson (I’m J)
  2. Welcome students (or any other nouns I call them) (Hi S )
  3. We are here together (J and S)

So light ’em up up up
Light ’em up up up
Light ’em up up up
I’m on fire

So until the bell rings for dismissal, I’m there with them and they are there with me but do we see eye to eye (Like Goofy and Max from A Goofy Movie)?


But the other senses apply when trying to reach for mutual understanding. Perhaps this is why my delivery is so humorous, even though I don’t think I’m funny at all.

In the dark dark
In the dark dark  

This leaves me in the dark. I always thought that philosophical discourse was the ability to unveil the light from the dark by stating the obvious without making it so, but in turn what I’ve discovered is that this form of jargon is a inferred set of statements that come off as me being a smartass. Surprisingly, the students love it.


Not because it makes them think deeply, but because misdirecting what they know with content that they don’t notice makes me empathetic and this makes me easier to get along with.

In conclusion, I can quote from the Fireman* himself (not Lil Wayne)

A man’s character is his fate.


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