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Apr. 3rd, 2004 01:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aintbrokeI had a lovely walk in the woods this afternoon. Ehda discovered an intriguing spring off the ski hill, which we wandered around on snowshoe. I fell in once, but NJB fell in twice, so I feel marginally victorious. And as luck would have it, it rained. Honestly, New Mexico, get your weather straight. It's too late for the St. Patrick's day storm, and unless I am sadly mistaken, rain is not an April thing. No one, however, got hypothermic, it was beautiful, and I was outside. Complaints=Zero.
Now we're sitting around, enjoying the wonders of vinyl and hot cocoa. Mmmm, sugar and music. Complaints=One. If I hear Wonderwall one more time this evening, I'm going to have to start killing small fluffy things to compensate.
Now, to the point of this post. How many of you out there automatically answer "That horrible cow face! How could she?" when confronted with the phrase "Gone for Good"? I have a question for you.
So is this a song about the same woman? Because, you know, I think it might be, but I really don't want her to have two songs, let alone one that might actually give her reasons and whatnot.
Marie
I was just thinkin' of you, wonder if what I heard is true
You got a kid, and another on the way-
That must be the reason that I don't see you much these days
Now I know how far away you are from me,
Just a shimmer in a distant galaxy,
Now I know that we can never just be friends
and I guess I'll never see you again
Marie, Marie, Oh Marie,
Why didn't I ask you to marry me?
Marie, Marie, Oh Marie,
I kick myself for never asking you to marry me, Marie.
Oh Marie!
I was just thinkin' of you,
ten years of thinking it through, oh,
You got a kid, and you're living far away,
That must be the reason that I don't see you much these days.
Now I know how far away you are from me,
Just a shimmer in a distant galaxy,
Now I know that we can never just be friends
and I guess I'll never see you again
Marie, Marie, Oh Marie
Why didn't I ask you to marry me?
Marie, Marie, Oh Marie
I kick myself for never asking you to marry me, Marie.
Oh Marie!
Seriously, my love for the Mark Sandman school of "dude, one chorus plus four lines is totally all the lyrics one needs for a song" school of writing just grows and grows and grows. Sometimes I notice things about Morphine, like how ridiculous short their lyrics are, or how when you're singing a song you have to pause for the sax solo. Mostly I don't care. It's Morphine, and their drug-dependent, co-dependant, sad, sad, too-cool-for-you, nonsensical music is in my bones.
It's hailing outside my window.
Now we're sitting around, enjoying the wonders of vinyl and hot cocoa. Mmmm, sugar and music. Complaints=One. If I hear Wonderwall one more time this evening, I'm going to have to start killing small fluffy things to compensate.
Now, to the point of this post. How many of you out there automatically answer "That horrible cow face! How could she?" when confronted with the phrase "Gone for Good"? I have a question for you.
So is this a song about the same woman? Because, you know, I think it might be, but I really don't want her to have two songs, let alone one that might actually give her reasons and whatnot.
Marie
I was just thinkin' of you, wonder if what I heard is true
You got a kid, and another on the way-
That must be the reason that I don't see you much these days
Now I know how far away you are from me,
Just a shimmer in a distant galaxy,
Now I know that we can never just be friends
and I guess I'll never see you again
Marie, Marie, Oh Marie,
Why didn't I ask you to marry me?
Marie, Marie, Oh Marie,
I kick myself for never asking you to marry me, Marie.
Oh Marie!
I was just thinkin' of you,
ten years of thinking it through, oh,
You got a kid, and you're living far away,
That must be the reason that I don't see you much these days.
Now I know how far away you are from me,
Just a shimmer in a distant galaxy,
Now I know that we can never just be friends
and I guess I'll never see you again
Marie, Marie, Oh Marie
Why didn't I ask you to marry me?
Marie, Marie, Oh Marie
I kick myself for never asking you to marry me, Marie.
Oh Marie!
Seriously, my love for the Mark Sandman school of "dude, one chorus plus four lines is totally all the lyrics one needs for a song" school of writing just grows and grows and grows. Sometimes I notice things about Morphine, like how ridiculous short their lyrics are, or how when you're singing a song you have to pause for the sax solo. Mostly I don't care. It's Morphine, and their drug-dependent, co-dependant, sad, sad, too-cool-for-you, nonsensical music is in my bones.
It's hailing outside my window.
