wednesday april 4 2007
another minute and we're older now
This morning, my birthday morning, at 5 am we were sleeping.
Then the stereo turned on from the living room, on its own or as if by a ghost. Blasting loud.
The song it played was Yo La Tengo's Today Is The Day
i followed you ..foolishly
you were at a smoky bar, you were out til three
sat alone inside my car, it was nearly four
we were gonna wait for you all night
so i locked the door
i was gonna spend the night, coulda been okay
we were gonna talk all night, till i went away
remember how you used to say, can't stay up late
a minute later we're older now, i can't stay awake
i'm driving by your parent's farm, in the Chevrolet
i remember that rusty car, like it was yesterday
another day, come and gone
don't think i can ever sing that song
little secrets we bring along
i'm taking my time, trailing behind, i thought of you
today is the day i think of you
Last night I looked up Synchronicity in the wikipedia, an entry about Carl Jung's theory of "temporally coincident occurrences of acausal events." en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synchronicity
I don't know, you know?
I do know that I ordered myself a dozen pair of mary green underwear, happy birthday to me, and they arrived late last night just in time to wear today. So you know, synchronicity.
Five Years Ago Today: 33 Stills on turning 33
Then the stereo turned on from the living room, on its own or as if by a ghost. Blasting loud.
The song it played was Yo La Tengo's Today Is The Day
i followed you ..foolishly
you were at a smoky bar, you were out til three
sat alone inside my car, it was nearly four
we were gonna wait for you all night
so i locked the door
i was gonna spend the night, coulda been okay
we were gonna talk all night, till i went away
remember how you used to say, can't stay up late
a minute later we're older now, i can't stay awake
i'm driving by your parent's farm, in the Chevrolet
i remember that rusty car, like it was yesterday
another day, come and gone
don't think i can ever sing that song
little secrets we bring along
i'm taking my time, trailing behind, i thought of you
today is the day i think of you
Last night I looked up Synchronicity in the wikipedia, an entry about Carl Jung's theory of "temporally coincident occurrences of acausal events." en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synchronicity
I don't know, you know?
I do know that I ordered myself a dozen pair of mary green underwear, happy birthday to me, and they arrived late last night just in time to wear today. So you know, synchronicity.
Five Years Ago Today: 33 Stills on turning 33