Nights out in the school yard

Well, sure I wanted to write more, but I just couldn’t—Reminds me of that idiot on The Simpsons Movie, complete with hick accent—“I cain’t. I simply cain’t.”

Besides, A. and I spent a couple of days on the beach, a little break away from the families between Christmas and New Year, which should be a requirement during the holidays. So I’m still sane, and tan to boot. Woohoo.

But. I hate it that I left off 2007 in such a silent, so-much drama note, when it really didn’t deserve it. The year ended well, despite… stuff. And as I’ve been telling myself lately, maybe the secret to having a good year is making it a good year. Versus, well, you know, waiting for it to happen.

So I’m really tempted to write down some resolutions. This new-year thing just calls for it, no? But, really, what would you care? And believe me, I’m an expert at starting something and not finishing it. So maybe it’s better not to present you with proof of something I’ll quit sooner or later.

But see, see? This is what I’ve been telling myself to quit. This pretending everything’s funny, fine, honky dory all the time. I’ve been playing this role too long, and now I can’t seem to shake it off. I am not a suffering artist. I am not suffering, period. I am not as cool as I’d like you to think I am. Matter of fact, I may not even be cool at all. I look awful in eyeglasses, and even though I’m comfortably wearing a pair now, I’ll probably never go out in public wearing them. And when Jonny Lang comes into the second stanza of his “Midnight Train” duet with Buddy Guy with that rough voice of his—I get the shivers, literally. God. I want to write, and I want it more than anything right now, but I can easily imagine some things too, that I’d gladly give it up for. See?

And it still bothers me that time renders everything relative. This might all be bullshit 10 years from now. Or in 6 months. Or tomorrow. So what does it all matter?

Which kinda nicely circles back to my initial point about making a good year.

I guess those are just some of the things I needed to get out of my system. Off the top of my head.

Okay, enough—to early in the morning and too early in the year, and I’m in Iloilo, which I found out recently is the City of Love. It’s too much, for my here and now. Look me up when I get back to QC, inom tayo.

Anyway, here’s a great song that doesn’t have to mean anything. (Since M. beat me to “The Origin of Love”. Hehe) Just to round everything up.

Found Out About You
Gin Blossoms

All last summer in case you don’t recall
I was yours and you were mine forget it all
Is there a line that I could write
Sad enough to make you cry
All the lines you wrote to me were lies
The months roll past the love that you struck dead
Did you love me only in my head?
Things you said and did to me
Seemed to come so easily
The love I thought I’d won you give for free
Whispers at the bus stop
I heard about nights out in the school yard
I found out about you
Rumors follow everywhere you go
Like when you left and I was last to know
You’re famous now and there’s no doubt
In all the places you hang out
They know your name and know what you’re about
Whispers at the bus stop
I heard about nights out in the school yard
I found out about you
Street lights blink on through the car window
I get the time too often on AM radio
You know its all I think about
I write your name drive past your house
Your boyfriends over I watch your light go out
Whispers at the bus stop
I heard about nights out in the school yard
I found out about you