I'm that guy
You know how sometimes you see some guy in the park or on the beach or at a bus stop and he's got his walkman, eyes closed and dancing, maybe singing aloud, maybe just mouthing words, oblivious to the rest of the world, and if he's not singing loud enough for you to hear, you wonder what he's listening to?
Sometimes it's an upbeat song, but this time it's eyes squeezed shut to hold back the pain, to keep heartbreak from mirroring infinitely, brow furrowed, head down when it's not thrown back to stem the tide of agony, movements like a haunting freeform Tai Chi with an absent partner that he thinks/hopes/prays he can somehow hold on to if only he concentrates hard enough, if only he believes...
And isn't it funny how it's usually someone under 30 doing this, thinking they have all the pain and angst in the world when they don't know shit about pain, really. Guilty as charged.
Those of you who are over 30, who remember a world without walkmen... what the hell did you do when you weren't in cord's reach of your stereo?
It struck me dumb
To think I tried for you
You're cool
But there's rain in your heart
You're blown like a feather
And that's the oldest story in the world
You lost the key to paradise
That's the oldest story in the world
Did we have it made?
Somehow I thought we could remain
If nothing lasts
No one to blame
And you can't look back
To where you got off the track
That's a mystery
That we'll never crack
Now you can't go home
If you think this song is about you... you might be more right than vain.
If you think I've been thinking of you lately... I probably have been. I've been thinking of a few people these days. I hope your remembrance of times past are happier than mine.
Sometimes it's an upbeat song, but this time it's eyes squeezed shut to hold back the pain, to keep heartbreak from mirroring infinitely, brow furrowed, head down when it's not thrown back to stem the tide of agony, movements like a haunting freeform Tai Chi with an absent partner that he thinks/hopes/prays he can somehow hold on to if only he concentrates hard enough, if only he believes...
And isn't it funny how it's usually someone under 30 doing this, thinking they have all the pain and angst in the world when they don't know shit about pain, really. Guilty as charged.
Those of you who are over 30, who remember a world without walkmen... what the hell did you do when you weren't in cord's reach of your stereo?
It struck me dumb
To think I tried for you
You're cool
But there's rain in your heart
You're blown like a feather
And that's the oldest story in the world
You lost the key to paradise
That's the oldest story in the world
Did we have it made?
Somehow I thought we could remain
If nothing lasts
No one to blame
And you can't look back
To where you got off the track
That's a mystery
That we'll never crack
Now you can't go home
If you think this song is about you... you might be more right than vain.
If you think I've been thinking of you lately... I probably have been. I've been thinking of a few people these days. I hope your remembrance of times past are happier than mine.