What it's like to live and die.
I love living in the future. I was trying to remember the above snatch of lyrics from Bruce Spingsteen's "Prove it all Night," and my brain was a blank, and staring at lists of song titles was failing to remind me which bloody song it might be that I was looking for.
But I finally remembered one unusual word in the lyrics--"dynamo"--et voila.
What the hell did we do before Google? Oh, I remember. Spent frustrated days trying to remember the title of that damned song and asking people "Hey, do you recall--"
In other news, it's probably a bad sign when one starts identifying with Stevie Nicks lyrics.
I wanted to fly through the world in a golden ball
Many of the cities, I never saw at all
Sometimes I think I was always on-call
Sometimes even I am allowed to fall
(I corrected the lyrics on the page slightly, based on my own mishearing of them. *g*)
Okay, it's no "Play Like A Girl," and it's certainly not poetry, but they can't all be, can they? And I think a bunch of us girls can probably stand to internalize that last line a little more than we do.
I like this bit too:
And he says, "What do you love to do?
Outside your world,
Who spends time with you
From whom do you learn when you're not working... Sweet Girl?
"Where would you go if you had the time?
Crossing some crazy state line somewhere?
To whom do you cry
When people are unkind... Sweet Girl?"
But I chose to dance across the stages of the world...
And because I'm a big fan of combining frivolity and destruction (I was just telling someone that one of my favorite movies is Torch Song Trilogy), have a bird flu update.