Last night, as I was walking home after having dinner with Sara, this song popped into my head. I hadn’t thought of it for years, but it is just as poignant and relevant now as it was when I first heard it over 20 years ago (yikes!). Call me cheesy, but I had to choke back tears. Of course when I sang it back at band camp, I substituted "he" for "she."
I want somebody to share
Share the rest of my life
Share my innermost thoughts
Know my intimate details
Someone who’ll stand by my side
And give me support
And in return
She’ll get my support
She will listen to me
When I want to speak
About the world we live in
And life in general
Though my views may be wrong
They may even be perverted
She’ll hear me out
And won’t easily be converted
To my way of thinking
In fact she’ll often disagree
But at the end of it all
She will understand me
I want somebody who cares
For me passionately
With every thought and
With every breath
Someone who’ll help me see things
In a different light
All the things I detest
I will almost like
I don’t want to be tied
To anyone’s strings
I’m carefully trying to steer clear of
Those things
But when I’m asleep
I want somebody
Who will put their arms around me
And kiss me tenderly
Though things like this
Make me sick
In a case like this
I’ll get away with it
(Thank you, Depeche Mode.)
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Too funny…wow…taking me back…haha! Now turn off the lights and sit in the corner, dress in all black and pull out the razor blade and run it softly over your wrist…oh, that was a bit too much…heeheeh! The drama of it all.
Too funny…wow…taking me back…haha! Now turn off the lights and sit in the corner, dress in all black and pull out the razor blade and run it softly over your wrist…oh, that was a bit too much…heeheeh! The drama of it all.
Don’t we all want just that (he OR she)!
Don’t we all want just that (he OR she)!
you went to band camp!!!???!!!!
you went to band camp!!!???!!!!
The music to slit your wrists by was the Smiths: “And if a ten-ton truck Kills the both of us To die by your side Well, the pleasure – the privilege is mine.”
Really.
The music to slit your wrists by was the Smiths: “And if a ten-ton truck Kills the both of us To die by your side Well, the pleasure – the privilege is mine.”
Really.
Yes, Katie, I went to band camp. You were merely a tadpole at the time, so it’s not surprising that you don’t remember. We called it “Aaron Copland Music & Arts Program,” or “ACMAP.” I think you have a t-shirt or two.
Yes, Katie, I went to band camp. You were merely a tadpole at the time, so it’s not surprising that you don’t remember. We called it “Aaron Copland Music & Arts Program,” or “ACMAP.” I think you have a t-shirt or two.
Wow, talk about desperate with a capital “D”.
Wow, talk about desperate with a capital “D”.