Tungsten
- Flip the tape hit rewind... Drove into Silver Spring this afternoon to kaffeklatsch with Mairead, and discovered a mix tape I'd misplaced and had been looking for for some years. Clacked into the wrong case and left for lost in the tape-caddy of my mother's car all this time. I'd made this one specifically to impress a girl I had a bit of a thing for, with the intention that I would pop it in when I drove her and some filler friends to a movie at the Silver Theatre, and she would hear my marvelously eclectic musical taste and decide I was worth spending substantial periods of time with. Unlike many of my great plans, this one actually worked, and like all of my great plans, did not turn work as I had expected it to. She sang along all the way to the theatre, and then we went back, just the two of us, a couple times more, but that was as far as it went. Pushing my luck all along, but then if you don't push it isn't luck, is it?
Being a somewhat obsessive child, I made whopping great stacks of mixes all through high-school, each one named after an element, traditional and scientific types. Most of them were scathing invectives against another girl I fancied who turned me down (several times- I'm not proud of my adolescence) and the rest were mopey waddlings around the subject of that first girl I was telling you about, and the fact that we didn't go to the movies any more. The one I found today, the one that was mostly what I thought of as incredible music at the time, and only a little bit invective, was called 'Tungsten' and I used to think it was the purest mix I ever made. I don't know why I'm telling you all this. I suppose I should ramble some pretty gibberish about rain clouds and the ever-growing bosom of the earth, but I dunno. Background, I guess.
No poetry for you tonight, just me remembering the night air outside the Silver Theatre, feeling like I was invincible, and knowing that I'm not. Track number four could use some more, if it takes a broken heart just roll the tape, nothing's changed...
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"Cut a tape of my favorite songs
Said what I can't face to face
I hoped that you would share all my thoughts
We are young and unimpressed,
With all you'd recognize.
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So play it all over
Turn it wide.
Now there is nothing but a
Mix tape left behind
Now it won't rewind
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In my car we are superstars
Run you lipstick down your chin
While up ahead we saw such a crash
Right there a song became a soundtrack
For this space in time.
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So play it all over
Turn it wide.
Now there is nothing but a
Mix tape left behind
Now it won't rewind
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Wonder is often lost
Jaded at such a cost
Age undermines you when you close your eyes.
We pass right by you.
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So play it all over
Turn it wide.
Now there is nothing
But a mix tape left behind
Now it won't rewind.
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Rewind.
Yeah." - Better Than Ezra
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Being a somewhat obsessive child, I made whopping great stacks of mixes all through high-school, each one named after an element, traditional and scientific types. Most of them were scathing invectives against another girl I fancied who turned me down (several times- I'm not proud of my adolescence) and the rest were mopey waddlings around the subject of that first girl I was telling you about, and the fact that we didn't go to the movies any more. The one I found today, the one that was mostly what I thought of as incredible music at the time, and only a little bit invective, was called 'Tungsten' and I used to think it was the purest mix I ever made. I don't know why I'm telling you all this. I suppose I should ramble some pretty gibberish about rain clouds and the ever-growing bosom of the earth, but I dunno. Background, I guess.
No poetry for you tonight, just me remembering the night air outside the Silver Theatre, feeling like I was invincible, and knowing that I'm not. Track number four could use some more, if it takes a broken heart just roll the tape, nothing's changed...
.
.
.
.
"Cut a tape of my favorite songs
Said what I can't face to face
I hoped that you would share all my thoughts
We are young and unimpressed,
With all you'd recognize.
.
So play it all over
Turn it wide.
Now there is nothing but a
Mix tape left behind
Now it won't rewind
.
In my car we are superstars
Run you lipstick down your chin
While up ahead we saw such a crash
Right there a song became a soundtrack
For this space in time.
.
So play it all over
Turn it wide.
Now there is nothing but a
Mix tape left behind
Now it won't rewind
.
Wonder is often lost
Jaded at such a cost
Age undermines you when you close your eyes.
We pass right by you.
.
So play it all over
Turn it wide.
Now there is nothing
But a mix tape left behind
Now it won't rewind.
.
Rewind.
Yeah." - Better Than Ezra
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