I stumbled across this rather pretty song today.
There is this bit about where they say
“Ohh maybe someday
Someway, somehow in some town
We’ll get together and
We’ll break it down
And I’ll ask why you’ve been
so shy”
that hits a spot somewhere. It’s completely mushy and so not profound but yet so…pretty. It reminds me of this day when a friend (is there such a thing as an ex friend?) handed this piece of paper saying, "Read. It's for you." (I still have that handwritten note tucked away in my diary) The poem was almost lame, but had this really pretty refrain which said ‘haven’t we met before right here on a certain rainy day.’ I know which rainy day he was talking about. And even though we don’t talk to each other anymore, I’ll always remember that rainy afternoon (the whole day wasn't rainy. Just the afternoon) And know that I’d once been that special. It’s a nice feeling. I’m all warm and fuzzy inside as I sing along to “I’m shy that way”.
2 comments:
"completely mushy and so not profound but yet so…pretty"
Ha ha. Know what you mean though...and even the poem analogy - i read one that went "its another day/ and I feel another way...I straighten my hair/as I open the door/who knows/it might be you"
Thanks for the song. Its nice.
I know what you mean about that stanza from 'shy that way' hitting a spot somewhere...there's something so attractive about the possibility of a possibility if only something was said..a mixture of vulnerability and power that's so irresistible.
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