I've still got sand in my shoes // and I can't shake the thought of you
Alright tell me if this makes sense: I thought of Shannon all day today, I started listening to the Dido album I've had for almost 2 years but have hardly ever touched (my old "shoe shopping" paranoia...), I had to work and the 2nd full day of spring (basically stamping "I'm a moron" on my forehead for trying to be cute last writing for saying how it wasn't spring but it was, when it was spring and it was) was cold and raining and it was the best day ever? Alright so you're saying that, in addition to not making grammatical sense as usual, that this cannot possibly be so. No doubt you might say a.) this is the same woman that when she said to you in person "I trust you.", you rummaged around in your pocket for anything you could possibly use as an engagement ring, 2.) Isn't it like this big phobia you've had lately about getting all this music and not listening to it hardly at all, like you're subconsciously trying to show off or something and c.) what happened to this "Love is in the air, flowers and showers and the sun" Spring?
Waking up to baseball on the television was a nice start.
But it was like the idea was beamed into my mind that I was going to listen to my favourite electronic pop chanteuse from the fair 2001, Dido, but her newer album that I got a few years ago, listened to it twice, and decided it was "missing the perfect balance of beats and acousticness that her first one had, even though it has the classic sweet/melancholy lyrics and soaring voice". Well put that in today and 'Sand in My Shoes' rolls in and "Hey Shannon, how are you today?" basically. But it was different, like you would automatically assume thinking of her out of noplace would maybe bring some sort of anger or sadness or desperation along with it, but it was happiness, and a lot of it (??). It was like this rush of the things we did and all the words I wrote about the nights thinking of her and the fun thoughts of things I thought we'd do in time but didn't, only they didn't hurt, it made me very happy. Apparently I've dealt with "it" and made it to that place where I only think of the good times and/or I think that maybe I found "our song", posthumously. (Clears throat, gets ready to preach to the choir) Like you know when you're with somebody and you have "your movie" or "your place" or "your song"? Well me never being "in a relationship" per se, I've still had an "our song" since 10th grade High School, like a single song soundtrack to my feelings/fantasy memories of that person. Sometimes a few, but always one shining musical fingerprint, familiar to all ears but unique to one heart. And this was most definitely ours.
It was really nice too because in thinking of this, it really settled my head on how I had been buying albums way faster than I could listen to them. I totally believe in fate, I don't rely on it or give into it, but I really feel it's there, and it was like I was meant to buy this album when I did, but to really find definition to it years later (today). Or like how Melissa got an album that I had bought at the Pawn Shoppe a while back but hadn't yet listened to and now I'm getting bowled over daily by it (though I don't know what fate's plan is with that, other than maybe just finding funny ways of getting me into artists (?)).
But really with hearing this song and making me smile about Shannon for the first time in a looong time....it's like now I'm free, like I dealt with the pain down in Florida & now I'm ready to meet someone at a show or at the grocery store or at the DIA and "I know we (Shannon + I) said goodbye" and "I'll see her again" in my mind and heart whenever I need a smile, like the women that have gone away that I've been so lucky and so very happy to meet in my life so far.
Waking up to baseball on the television was a nice start.
But it was like the idea was beamed into my mind that I was going to listen to my favourite electronic pop chanteuse from the fair 2001, Dido, but her newer album that I got a few years ago, listened to it twice, and decided it was "missing the perfect balance of beats and acousticness that her first one had, even though it has the classic sweet/melancholy lyrics and soaring voice". Well put that in today and 'Sand in My Shoes' rolls in and "Hey Shannon, how are you today?" basically. But it was different, like you would automatically assume thinking of her out of noplace would maybe bring some sort of anger or sadness or desperation along with it, but it was happiness, and a lot of it (??). It was like this rush of the things we did and all the words I wrote about the nights thinking of her and the fun thoughts of things I thought we'd do in time but didn't, only they didn't hurt, it made me very happy. Apparently I've dealt with "it" and made it to that place where I only think of the good times and/or I think that maybe I found "our song", posthumously. (Clears throat, gets ready to preach to the choir) Like you know when you're with somebody and you have "your movie" or "your place" or "your song"? Well me never being "in a relationship" per se, I've still had an "our song" since 10th grade High School, like a single song soundtrack to my feelings/fantasy memories of that person. Sometimes a few, but always one shining musical fingerprint, familiar to all ears but unique to one heart. And this was most definitely ours.
It was really nice too because in thinking of this, it really settled my head on how I had been buying albums way faster than I could listen to them. I totally believe in fate, I don't rely on it or give into it, but I really feel it's there, and it was like I was meant to buy this album when I did, but to really find definition to it years later (today). Or like how Melissa got an album that I had bought at the Pawn Shoppe a while back but hadn't yet listened to and now I'm getting bowled over daily by it (though I don't know what fate's plan is with that, other than maybe just finding funny ways of getting me into artists (?)).
But really with hearing this song and making me smile about Shannon for the first time in a looong time....it's like now I'm free, like I dealt with the pain down in Florida & now I'm ready to meet someone at a show or at the grocery store or at the DIA and "I know we (Shannon + I) said goodbye" and "I'll see her again" in my mind and heart whenever I need a smile, like the women that have gone away that I've been so lucky and so very happy to meet in my life so far.
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