i haven't had my birdcage rattled like this in such a long time. this song...this songwriter, cracked open my skull and ice cream-scooped its contents in an embarrassing, exposed heap (and if there is ANY kind of poetic synchronicity in the world, the lyrics are scribbled on the back of a napkin or diner menu ringed with water glass stains). now, i KNOW that i said that interpreting song lyrics is like pinning the butterfly to the board. i still believe that. therefore, i'm posting the lyrics here, and everyone may simply enjoy the words themselves with no interference from me; however, these words rumble so familiarly around my skull and chest cavity lately so...
What'll I do if you never want to come back,
Sitting in a city that is always on the attack?
What'll I do if you never want me back?
Come with me come back we'll live again.
And what if I'm only satisfied when I'm at home,
Sitting in a city that'll never let me go?
What if I'm only satisfied when I'm at home?
What'll I do if you never find me again,
Sitting in a Province a million miles from my friends?
What'll I do if you never want me again?
Come with me come back we'll live again.
Late at night
Sync your hearbeat to mine
I will never try
To forget your northern lights.
so there's this guy, right? and he's got this flower, but he doesn't know if he should keep her. if he lets her go, she may set roots somewhere else. the gypsy runs through her blood, you see. there is always that risk when you pull the petals off the daisy, that number may be even..she loves you not. if he asks her to stay, she may get roots with him, but may turn into a dandelion--yes, the roots are stuck fast, but the seeds disappear at the first sign of a breeze, so she's not really there, is she? if he tries to go with her, he loses his own roots. what if he isn't able to grow any new ones? the same breeze that carried the two of them together will lift him and toss him into the road, only to be crushed by the traffic.
and the girl? she walks on a tightrope, stomach-churningly high above. on one side of the rope, she trembles over still water. on the other, she dangles over a pane of glass. from that elevation, the two look exactly the same--dark and clear. either way, she's going to fall eventually. if she chooses correctly, her reward is exhilaration and a soft landing. if not...
the first signs of fall (hmmm...i wonder if that is an important detail?) have begun sneaking up on me. my cat chased a fly today, fattened by summer and made sluggish by summer's waning. i am terribly aware that my time here is waning, too. the steps across the highwire begin to EASE slowly, if only to postpone the need to pick a side and jump.
today's word of the day is PERFERVIDITY
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