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Nov. 27th, 2005 03:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
emchysometimes a song can just transport you
i was cleaning out the storage closet, moving the couch, getting the house a little cleaned up and prepared for the impending tree listening to a mix tape, yes that's right a CASSETTE! that i made the mister back in 1998 when we first started dating... and not only is it taking me back to then, to my little lake merritt studio and so much cute furniture that is gone now, to my first and only place by myself, to being moody and romantic and tortured, it's also reminding me of so many long gone people. reasons why these became my touchstone songs that i wanted to share with her.
annie's back in town by tom waits, reminding me of annie k sides and eben the wonder dog. a girl full of dreams and visions that i always wanted to protect but never needed to. berkeley to boston to married to single and mother and back and forth and she was always a ray of sunshine, illuminating and shining even on her rainy days her light was still there
boulevard of broken dreams by marianne faithful. nights on hayes st with alyscia talking about love gained and lost and her one true love that i always thought she would have back someday. her own mr. big before the moniker was on the pop culture landscape. up until 5am, 6am talking and talking and smoking sometimes, with whiskey and gin and mtv and she was the best roommate until she stopped leaving the house. and then somehow it all went wrong, but we could play cribbage and bitch and drink and talk fashion or just watch the real world in goth pajamas for hours
and then she promised me poems by tricky, and i know it's not the real name of the song but it doesn't even matter and it's all about driving around with the mister in my 1980 blue chevette that i bought for $500. we drove up and down the fell street hills talking and figuring out if we were in love or not, figuring out ho each other were, parking at ocean beach when we weren't even dating but just talking and sharing histories and feeling like my heart was going to leap right out of my chest and there wasn't even enough air to tell all of the stories and feelings that were in me. every breath, every look at her stolen while driving and supposed to be looking at the road, every second was a poem. and tricky was there. promising me poems...
i was cleaning out the storage closet, moving the couch, getting the house a little cleaned up and prepared for the impending tree listening to a mix tape, yes that's right a CASSETTE! that i made the mister back in 1998 when we first started dating... and not only is it taking me back to then, to my little lake merritt studio and so much cute furniture that is gone now, to my first and only place by myself, to being moody and romantic and tortured, it's also reminding me of so many long gone people. reasons why these became my touchstone songs that i wanted to share with her.
annie's back in town by tom waits, reminding me of annie k sides and eben the wonder dog. a girl full of dreams and visions that i always wanted to protect but never needed to. berkeley to boston to married to single and mother and back and forth and she was always a ray of sunshine, illuminating and shining even on her rainy days her light was still there
boulevard of broken dreams by marianne faithful. nights on hayes st with alyscia talking about love gained and lost and her one true love that i always thought she would have back someday. her own mr. big before the moniker was on the pop culture landscape. up until 5am, 6am talking and talking and smoking sometimes, with whiskey and gin and mtv and she was the best roommate until she stopped leaving the house. and then somehow it all went wrong, but we could play cribbage and bitch and drink and talk fashion or just watch the real world in goth pajamas for hours
and then she promised me poems by tricky, and i know it's not the real name of the song but it doesn't even matter and it's all about driving around with the mister in my 1980 blue chevette that i bought for $500. we drove up and down the fell street hills talking and figuring out if we were in love or not, figuring out ho each other were, parking at ocean beach when we weren't even dating but just talking and sharing histories and feeling like my heart was going to leap right out of my chest and there wasn't even enough air to tell all of the stories and feelings that were in me. every breath, every look at her stolen while driving and supposed to be looking at the road, every second was a poem. and tricky was there. promising me poems...
