I miss all of my friends and family today, not that it isn't a usual occurrence. But today more so, I have worked a ton, devoted a bunch of time to the job and career trying to really get this private practice to flourish which it is.
Here is a list of lyrics from a song by LCD soundsystem called all my friends.
The video follows the lyrics.
this song has saved me many many times on this adventure into the Hawaiian landscape. it's got this interesting building of tempo and emotion. I can remember early on when I just wanted to go home and leave this place, I wanted to give up- but felt I hadn't really given it an honest shot. It was rainy and cold on that day, my rain gear was full on, the sky continued to bleed on me then this song came up through the depths of the Iphone shuffle...and I was lighter on my feet and danced my way home from a long walk from a bus stop it was like an instant message from and back to all my friends and family at once. Passers-by probably wondered If I was part of the inebriated dually diagnosed populace, but me I was just thunderstruck by good emotions, great vibrations. I send them to you...on this November day. Enjoy.
Lyrics to All My Friends :
That's how it starts.
We go back to your house.
We check the charts,
And start to figure it out.
And if it's crowded, all the better,
because we know we're gonna be up late.
But if you're worried about the weather
then you picked the wrong place to stay.
That's how it starts.
And so it starts.
You switch the engine on.
We set controls for the heart of the sun,
one of the ways we show our age.
And if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up
and I still don't wanna stagger home.
Then it's the memory of our betters
that are keeping us on our feet.
You spent the first five years trying to get with the plan,
and the next five years trying to be with your friends again.
You're talking 45 turns just as fast as you can,
yeah, I know it gets tired, but it's better when we pretend.
It comes apart,
the way it does in bad films.
Except in parts,
when the moral kicks in.
Though when we're running out of the d#$#%
and the conversation's winding away.
I wouldn't trade one stupid decision
for another five years of lies.
You drop the first ten years just as fast as you can,
and the next ten people who are trying to be polite.
When you're blowing eighty-five days in the middle of France,
Yeah, I know it gets tired only where are your friends tonight?
And to tell the truth.
Oh, this could be the last time.
So here we go,
like a sail's force into the night
And if I made a fool, if I made a fool, if I made a fool
on the road, there's always this.
And if I'm sued into submission,
I can still come home to this.
And with a face like a dad and a laughable stand,
you can sleep on the plane or review what you said.
When you're drunk and the kids look impossibly tan
you think over and over, "hey, I'm finally dead."
Oh, if the trip and the plan come apart in your hand,
you can turn it on yourself you ridiculous clown.
You forgot what you meant when you read what you said,
and you always knew you were tired, but then,
where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?
If I could see all my friends tonight,
If I could see all my friends tonight,
If I could see all my friends tonight,
If I could see all my friends tonight
I'll try to attach the video
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
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