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Oct 31, 2019 09:32

everyone who knows me here probably knows that there have been a lot of songs written about me over the years by various troubadours such as carly simon. the miracle of indie radio bythos who is playing songs only tangentially related to the holiday (when related at all) just reminded of me of one that i had so completely forgotten that it's almost as if i'd never heard it before in my life (perhaps i hadn't?). [i mean it's about one of the people i used to be -- we're none of us now all of the people we've been. how could we be all of them at once?] [i mean there are ways where it it's not about anyone i've ever been, but rather who i might have been, but for.] [of course just because a song was intended to be about me doesn't mean the songwriter perceived me accurately. carly certainly didn't! vain, my ass!]

and i forgive you (of course) for all the times you've skipped past videos i've linked to (i, of all people, couldn't blame you), but this one i think is worth its while. amazingly relevant lyrics below the cut, so as not quite to spoil the video (although i won't be shocked if you're all familiar with the song without refreshing your recollection).

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ah, you've been with the professors and they've all liked your looks
with great lawyers and scholars, you have discussed lepers and crooks
you've been through all of f. scott fitzgerald's books
you're very well-read, it's well-known
but something is happening here and you don't know what it is
do you, mr. jones?

you should be made to be carrying at all times a telephone
(this is an alternate lyric from live performances, and wow, how prescient!)
'cause something is happening and you don't know what it is
do you, mr. jones?

what never happened may have, thanks universe, beholden beholders, thanks quixotic, grace notes, all along the watchtowers, all in the timing, radio jonesy, who do you think you were, aka true lies, absent friends, working on my knight moves, that song is about me, dylanesque, thanks bythos!, beachcombing the man, who do you think i am, happenschance, absinthe friends, words

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