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Sometimes there's no poison like a dream.
Wednesday, May 12, 2004I've always been one of those people who connects a lot of her life to music...songs are stories, to me, and when I hear a song I can often connect something to it. Lately it's been bad...I'll hear a song in my head or on the radio and it'll evoke pictures, memories, feelings, so intense that I have to stop and let my mind sort it out. For instance, I heard "Brick" last night by Ben Folds, and all of a sudden I'm in the front seat of my car, early, early morning. I'm in the beginning of a two hour commute to work, and in that dark quiet I have the perfect clarity to think that I really don't need when I have two hours all by myself and so I shut out my thoughts by singing, loudly. I remeber "Sex and Candy" by Marcie Playground from this time, but it doesn't evoke anything...it just makes me want to sing. Belly's Star album makes me think of summer...though I don't know why. Particularly I've been hearing "Untogether" in my head, and feel filled with summer. The lyrics that repeat themselves the most go: "I was friendly with this girl, Who insisted on touching my face. She told outrageous stories. I believed them 'til the endings were changing from endings before. She's not touching me anymore. Untogether, I couldn't help her I got hard. You can try your life. You can't save the unsavably untogether." And the subject line ois a later line from that song. And I think of all the people who aren't touching me, now, and some I'm thrilled about, I've washed their fingerprints off me, off my life, while some... I guess if I had one of those mood-o-meter things in the blog, it'd say, "Cindy is Pensive" Permalink Cindy scribed this at 4:52 PM 0 comments |