I used to stay up late listening to this song

[threeplusfire]

My friend assures me, "It's all or nothing."
I am not worried
I am not overly concerned
My friend implores me, "For one time only,
make an exception." I am not worried
Wrap her up in a package of lies
Send her off to a coconut island
I am not worried I am not overly concerned
with the status of my emotions
"Oh," she says, "you're changing."
But we're always changing

It does not bother me to say this isn't love
Because if you don't want to talk about it then it isn't love
And I guess I'm going to have to live with that
But I'm sure there's something in a shade of grey,
Something in between,
And I can always change my name
If that's what you mean

My friend assures me, "It's all or nothing."
But I am not really worried I am not overly concerned
You try to tell yourself the things you try to tell yourself
To make yourself forget I am not worried
"If it's love," she said, "then we're going to have to think about the consequences."
She can't stop shaking
I can't stop touching her and...

This time when kindness falls like rain
It washes her away and Anna begins to change her mind
"These seconds when I'm shaking leave me shuddering for days," she says
And I'm not ready for this sort of thing

But I'm not going to break and I'm not going to worry about it anymore
I'm not going to bend, and I'm not going to break and I'm not going to worry about it anymore
It seems like I should say, "As long as this is love..."
But it's not all that easy so maybe I should
Snap her up in a butterfly net
Pin her down on a photograph album
I am not worried I've done this sort of thing before
But then I start to think about the consequences
Because I don't get no sleep in a quiet room and...

The time when kindness falls like rain
It washes me away and Anna begins to change my mind
And everytime she sneezes I believe it's love and
Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing

She's talking in her sleep
It's keeping me awake and Anna begins to toss and turn
And every word is nonsense but I understand and
Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing

Her kindness bangs a gong
It's moving me along and Anna begins to fade away
It's chasing me away
She disappears and
Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing

-Adam Duritz

Comments

[electricdog.livejournal.com]

Tell me about it. That song holds memories for me, too.

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[tsarina.livejournal.com]

Indeed. It might not have hurt so much if I hadn't felt like such a bastard last night.

[multifoiled.livejournal.com]

Me too - great song.

I bought that CD when it first came out and used to listen to it lots.

Hard to believe that was 9 years ago already.

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[tsarina.livejournal.com]

God. Nine years, I did not realize it was so long ago.

I used to listen to this on my walkman, wandering around alone on the empty soccer fields near my house, under a bright cold winter sky. Wrote a lot of bad poetry back then.

[kokopopo.livejournal.com]

I hope your trip abroad was wonderful and not ruined by the flooding. Is this your senior year? We hiked up enchanted rock today--I had never been there--it really is remarkable.

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[tsarina.livejournal.com]

Thankfully I was not flooded. Just got wet for about a week straight, and didn't get to Prague. But I did see many beautiful parts of Moravia. I want a castle, and I think I've picked out the one. ;)

Actually, I am now finished with my BA, dreading my GREs, and pondering graduate school. It is really difficult for me not to be in school this fall. I hardly know what to do with myself.

Enchanted Rock is a neat place. Really beautiful. I'm glad you enjoyed it.