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f4f3It starts with
"We're absolute beginners, and I absolutely love you"
or
"She's such a sweet girl, free of the taint of this world. Think that's a compliment? Don't be so full of sentiment."
or
"This is no time to kiss the staue, someone who only plays a part"
or
"Stones taught me to fly"
or
"Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby, edgy and dull."
or
"My baby sparkles and shines"
or
"Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby, edgy and dull."
and it ends with,
"You spurn my natural emotions, you make me feel I'm dirt, and I'm hurt."
or
"Well, the smart money's on Harlow, And the moon is in the street."
or
"When your day is long, and the night, the night is yours alone"
or
"It's a nice surprise to see you, and Christ, you look even better than before"
or
"And I'll drink and dance with one hand free, let the world back into me"
or (however inaccurately)
"When I woke up I was all alone, with a broken heart and a ticket home"
or
"Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby, edgy and dull".
Listening to all of those songs this afternoon has been a little bit like masochism.
But the point is, that I haven't lost any of them. I haven't lost Bowie, or Everything But The Girl, or Martin, or Damien, or FYC (or the Buzzcocks) or Old Tom, or Michael and the boys, or Ezio, or Uncle Warren, or Steve, or Bruce, Bruce! Broooce!!
They've stayed part of my life, down the years, down more than three decades, and the women I knew, and loved, and love still - they've stayed part of my life too, even if that part is defined by an absence.
From time to time, one of the songs will play in a bar, or a coffee shop (as one of them did this afternoon) and the words will hit me like a punch to the solar plexus, and my breath will catch, and I'll cry. I'll remember.
But it's a small price to pay, for the memories, for the triumphs and the failures, for the delights and the regrets. For all of the moments that changed my life.
And at the end of the day...
I'll be looking like a born again...
Living like a heretic...
Making all my friends feel guilty about their cynicism...
Yes. I'm ready to be heartbroken.
"We're absolute beginners, and I absolutely love you"
or
"She's such a sweet girl, free of the taint of this world. Think that's a compliment? Don't be so full of sentiment."
or
"This is no time to kiss the staue, someone who only plays a part"
or
"Stones taught me to fly"
or
"Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby, edgy and dull."
or
"My baby sparkles and shines"
or
"Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby, edgy and dull."
and it ends with,
"You spurn my natural emotions, you make me feel I'm dirt, and I'm hurt."
or
"Well, the smart money's on Harlow, And the moon is in the street."
or
"When your day is long, and the night, the night is yours alone"
or
"It's a nice surprise to see you, and Christ, you look even better than before"
or
"And I'll drink and dance with one hand free, let the world back into me"
or (however inaccurately)
"When I woke up I was all alone, with a broken heart and a ticket home"
or
"Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby, edgy and dull".
Listening to all of those songs this afternoon has been a little bit like masochism.
But the point is, that I haven't lost any of them. I haven't lost Bowie, or Everything But The Girl, or Martin, or Damien, or FYC (or the Buzzcocks) or Old Tom, or Michael and the boys, or Ezio, or Uncle Warren, or Steve, or Bruce, Bruce! Broooce!!
They've stayed part of my life, down the years, down more than three decades, and the women I knew, and loved, and love still - they've stayed part of my life too, even if that part is defined by an absence.
From time to time, one of the songs will play in a bar, or a coffee shop (as one of them did this afternoon) and the words will hit me like a punch to the solar plexus, and my breath will catch, and I'll cry. I'll remember.
But it's a small price to pay, for the memories, for the triumphs and the failures, for the delights and the regrets. For all of the moments that changed my life.
And at the end of the day...
I'll be looking like a born again...
Living like a heretic...
Making all my friends feel guilty about their cynicism...
Yes. I'm ready to be heartbroken.
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Date: 2013-02-05 10:41 pm (UTC)Here's Nouvelle Vague covering them in a strange bossa nova fashion.
I'm not quite sure what my favourite is. Somewhere between 'You Say You Don't Love Me' and, er, "Orgasm Adict".
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Date: 2013-02-05 11:18 pm (UTC)