dead winter days

Dec 23, 2004 02:03

Today I went out on a little journey which wasn't as little as expected. I was to find the house where my ebay-purchased Ani cd was residing, waiting for me. Then from there to the library to renew my book. Not only were some of the signs frosted over and I navigationally impaired, but I seemed especially so in this cold darkness that was my morning. I cruised around plenty confused in a winding hilly-roaded part of town. I've lived in this city my entire life but I don't drive around much and therefore am always still putting pieces of the map together in my head.

Someday I will have everything she has ever released. Today I got a little closer. Sometimes Ani's music makes me smile and sometimes it makes me cry. Today it did both. I play all of my cds on random and I put it in right when I got back and sprawled out on my bed with the lyric booklet. The song that came on was very profound to be hearing and reading because a great deal of it expresses this time of the season for me. The underlined, I identify with most.

welcome to
no amount of stoned makes you feel ok
welcome to
this year's alone - brought to you by christmas day
welcome to
the darkness into which praying people pray

it's quiet here except for this song
now that everbody's gone
but hey
least you don't have to play along today

welcome to
something like elation when you first open your eyes
just cuz it means
that you musta finally got to sleep last night
welcome to
the precipice between groundlessness and flight

it's quiet here except for this song
now that everybody's gone
but hey
least you don't have to play along today

besides which
welcome to
taking the good stuff down off of the shelf
and welcome to
the art of conversation with yourself
welcome to
humming an unbroken tune all day long
yes it's quiet here
but hey
least you don't have to play along today

What do you think she means when she says "least you don't have to play along today"? I've thought about it and am not sure.
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