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Moderately obscure song lyrics with annotations, part 1

There are barn doors and there are revolving doors, doors in the rudders of big ships, and there are revolving doors. There are doors that open by themselves, there are sliding doors, and there are secret doors. There are doors that lock and doors that don't. There are doors that let you in and out, but never open, and there are trapdoors that you can't come back from.

In this dream that I had I was with this woman whom I really really liked, even though for some reason whenever I looked at her, parts of her seemed to be blurry or obscured. I didn't mind though, because what I saw seemed nice enough, and, let's admit it, it's not as if any man could ever claim that the woman he's with doesn't seem blurry or obscured to him in some way.

Then she asked me how I felt, and I didn't feel good, so I told her. Unfortunately, she didn't feel good either, and that's how the trouble started.

There are doors that you open, and doors that you close. Some of them you shouldn't have opened, and some of them you shouldn't have closed, and some you can open and close without regret, but either way you can tell only afterwards. There are revolving doors that open and close all the time, and you have to be careful when to get in and when to get out. The most complex variety however are doors that are operated by two people at the same time, because for each of them and for every casual onlooker they seem to be opening and closing totally at random and/or erratically, when in fact they are not.

Posted by Horst on June 24, 2005 | # | Comments (1) | TrackBack (0)

Moderately obscure song lyrics with annotations, part 2

I never felt magic crazy as this, I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea, I never held emotion in the palm of my hand or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree. But now you're here, brighten my northern sky. I've been a long time that I'm waiting, been a long that I'm blown. I've been a long time that I've wandered through the people I have known. Oh, if you would and you could straighten my new mind's eye.

One of the better definitions of love that I heard so far came from a very unlikely place — an American movie, of all things. It's in As Good As It Gets, where Jack Nicholson's character says at one point to Helen Hunt's character, "You make me want to be a better person".

As contrived as this may sound, it's actually a very true sentiment, one that I've had with only very few people. I don't think you're really in love unless you feel that way.

Posted by Horst on July 01, 2005 | # | Comments (7) | TrackBack (0)

Moderately obscure song lyrics with annotations, part 3

I was in the water, I was half a human, I looked into the clouds for war solutions, it's all in my mind. I was like a wave, a pulse across the ocean, I was a stone I didn't show emotion, it's all in my mind. Everything's illusion and I flatter to deceive, my life is going fast it's make believe, it's all in my mind.

Summer sunsets make me feel depressed because more than anything else they are a reminder of how time is passing and how the most beautiful moments are only temporary. It's like you never want those warm summer evenings to end, and they do, faster than you think, and it's like you never want the summer to end, but it will, and with every day those sunsets become shorter and cooler, and it's like that character from this movie said, I think it was Dennis Hopper in Rumble Fish, one day you're forty years old, and you suddenly realize you've got only forty summers left, only forty bloody summers.

And the more you think about it, the more you want to hold on to these warm summer evenings, but they slip right through your fingers.

Posted by Horst on August 17, 2005 | # | Comments (2) | TrackBack (0)

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