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(I really need to make myself some kind of Industrial/Synthpop dance icon to use.)
I almost didn't go out last night. I was feeling tired after dinner and a day that I wasted doing minimal chores and fucking about on the internet. But I made myself get up and take a shower to think about it. I knew I would be annoyed with myself if I didn't go. Especially since flinging myself around that dance floor is a large component of my exercise plan, and I inevitably feel better for it. So I downed some Red bull and dragged my lazy ass out into the night. The traffic was light, I found a parking space.
Oh it's opening time down on Fascination Street
So let's cut the conversation and get out for a bit
Because I feel it all fading and paling and I'm begging
To drag you down with me to kick the last nail in
At the club, it was Robert Smith tribute night. So lots of Cure, a bit of Siouxsie and a couple other things. I didn't know if it was going to be a really danceable night, which may have been why I considered not going. But oh, it was still good.
Yeah, I like you in that like I like you to scream
But if you open your mouth then I can't be responsible
For quite what goes in or to care what comes out
So just pull on your hair, just pull on your pout
There comes a moment when everything just fades away. They played Fascination Street twice. The first time I missed it, out smoking on the patio. The second time though, I was on the floor and those opening beats lifted me up like 16 years had never happened. I thought about my friend John, living his strange life a few hundred miles north of me but full of odd parallels that have followed us for over a decade now. We saw the Cure with friends at the Frank Erwin Center, because I stood in line to buy us all tickets that summer. I remember when this song came on, I reached out and grabbed his hand because I thought John understood how strange everything was about our lives. It is one of my fondest memories of that summer.
And let's move to the beat like we know that it's over
If you slip going under, slip over my shoulder
So just pull on your face, just pull on your feet
And let's hit opening time, down on Fascination Street
That line "move to the beat like we know that it's over" has always been one that haunts me. Even before I was old enough to really understand regret and the things you remember about your choices. It is one of those things that remains diamond sharp, a glittering star as I chart my life from one moment to the next. I heard it last night, drowning in the dark and the swirl of lights as I danced to the beat of memories in my head. I needed it, more than I can say.
I almost didn't go out last night. I was feeling tired after dinner and a day that I wasted doing minimal chores and fucking about on the internet. But I made myself get up and take a shower to think about it. I knew I would be annoyed with myself if I didn't go. Especially since flinging myself around that dance floor is a large component of my exercise plan, and I inevitably feel better for it. So I downed some Red bull and dragged my lazy ass out into the night. The traffic was light, I found a parking space.
Oh it's opening time down on Fascination Street
So let's cut the conversation and get out for a bit
Because I feel it all fading and paling and I'm begging
To drag you down with me to kick the last nail in
At the club, it was Robert Smith tribute night. So lots of Cure, a bit of Siouxsie and a couple other things. I didn't know if it was going to be a really danceable night, which may have been why I considered not going. But oh, it was still good.
Yeah, I like you in that like I like you to scream
But if you open your mouth then I can't be responsible
For quite what goes in or to care what comes out
So just pull on your hair, just pull on your pout
There comes a moment when everything just fades away. They played Fascination Street twice. The first time I missed it, out smoking on the patio. The second time though, I was on the floor and those opening beats lifted me up like 16 years had never happened. I thought about my friend John, living his strange life a few hundred miles north of me but full of odd parallels that have followed us for over a decade now. We saw the Cure with friends at the Frank Erwin Center, because I stood in line to buy us all tickets that summer. I remember when this song came on, I reached out and grabbed his hand because I thought John understood how strange everything was about our lives. It is one of my fondest memories of that summer.
And let's move to the beat like we know that it's over
If you slip going under, slip over my shoulder
So just pull on your face, just pull on your feet
And let's hit opening time, down on Fascination Street
That line "move to the beat like we know that it's over" has always been one that haunts me. Even before I was old enough to really understand regret and the things you remember about your choices. It is one of those things that remains diamond sharp, a glittering star as I chart my life from one moment to the next. I heard it last night, drowning in the dark and the swirl of lights as I danced to the beat of memories in my head. I needed it, more than I can say.