Time and Time Again

This song was pawing at me when I opened my eyes this morning.  I’ve never had a cat (allergic) but I have a friend that has a couple and when I stayed with her one of them, names escape me, would sit on the arm of the couch and paw at my head until I woke up.  I don’t know what it was hoping to get out of it’s display of affection because I don’t speak cat but it is an interesting way to wake up.  It was like the cat was pulling my string of consciousness until my eyes opened and I shooed it away.  That’s the way it was with this song this morning.  I kept hearing more and more of it as I slowly emerged from my slumber.

“Time and Time Again”
by Counting Crows

I wanted so badly
Somebody other than me
Staring back at me
But you were gone, gone, gone
I wanted to see you
Walking backwards
And get the sensation
Of you coming home
I wanted to see you
Walking away from me
Without the sensation
Of you leaving me alone

Time and time again
Time and time again
Time and time again
I can’t please myself

I wanted the ocean
To cover over me
I wanna sink slowly
Without getting wet
Maybe someday
I won’t be so lonely
And I’ll walk on water
Every chance I get

Time and time again
Time and time again
Time and time again
I can’t please myself

So when are you coming home, sweet angel?
You leaving me alone?
All alone?
Well if I’m drowning darling
You’ll come down this way on your own

I wish I was traveling on a freeway
Beneath this graveyard western sky
I’m gonna set fire to this city
And out into the desert we’re gonna ride

Time and time again
Time and time again
Time and time again
I can’t please myself

I can’t please myself
And I can’t please nobody else

Time and time again
Time and time again
Time and time again
I can’t please myself

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wings on fire

when you walked in with your wings on fire
all the air went out of the room
you seemed so relevant in your hot blue flames
no one could protest your presence

the meaning you thought you brought
with your flourishes and flair
was devoid of significance

I was in awe of you then, when we first met,
you held my attention as easily as my hand,
but then you took it and cracked it and
smashed it and now it isn’t there
for anyone else

I lay broken and gasping for the permanence
you offered, then promised, then dangled
like a prize, without a trick to be performed,
you knew I would have done anything, just
as well as you knew you were going to do nothing

— GB

You’re My Home

It was both wonderful and saddening to wake up this morning.  I had a very restful night, I’m sure of it because I woke up in the same position I fell asleep in.  There was none of the tossing and turning that are usually part of my morning waking routine.  In addition to the good night, I was having a very nice dream about a woman I used to know.  We were both pretty poor when we were an item so we used to hang out at her apartment, drink red wine and listen to A LOT of Billy Joel.  This one song was our favorite and I can’t hear it without feeling her warm loving presence.  I was saddened to wake up and find that the dream I was having wasn’t as real as it felt.  Good memories and this song are what is left.

“You’re My Home”
By Billy Joel

When you look into my eyes
And you see the crazy gypsy in my soul
It always comes as a surprise
When I feel my withered roots begin to grow
Well I never had a place that I could call my very own
That’s all right, my love, ’cause you’re my home

When you touch my weary head
And you tell me everything will be all right
You say, “Use my body for your bed
And my love will keep you warm throughout the night”
Well I’ll never be a stranger and I’ll never be alone
Whenever we’re together, that’s my home

Home can be the Pennsylvania Turnpike
Indiana’s early morning dew
High up in the hills of California
Home is just another word for you

Well I never had a place that I could call my very own
That’s all right, my love, ’cause you’re my home

If I travel all my life
And I never get to stop and settle down
Long as I have you by my side
There’s a roof above and good walls all around
You’re my castle, you’re my cabin and my instant pleasure dome
I need you in my house ’cause you’re my home.
You’re my home.

Nobody Home

This was sparked by something my Dad said this evening….

“Nobody Home”
by Pink Floyd

“I’ve got a little black book with my poems in
I’ve got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in
When I’m a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on
Got those swollen hand blues.
Got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from
I’ve got electric light
And I’ve got second sight
I’ve got amazing powers of observation
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There’ll be nobody home
I’ve got the obligatory Hendrix perm
And I’ve got the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favourite satin shirt
I’ve got nicotine stains on my fingers
I’ve got a silver spoon on a chain
I’ve got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
I’ve got wild staring eyes
I’ve got a strong urge to fly
But I’ve got nowhere to fly to
Ooooh Babe when I pick up the phone
There’s still nobody home
I’ve got a pair of Gohills boots
And I’ve got fading roots.”