Shmaltzy Emo Lyrics Post
Oct. 13th, 2008 11:10 pmOn iTunes the song "Seventeen Again" by the Eurythmics just played. This song never fails to bring big globular tears to my eyes. It's like they reached into my memories of the 80s and turned them into a song. Sure, they were writing about their own memories, but I never dreamt that the Eurythmics were sharing the wild, wondrous, and tragic moments of that decade in much the same way as I. It drew me even closer to this band that scored the movie of my life throughout the majority of the 80s. Perhaps quite perfectly, the song ends with Annie singing "Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)." It just clinches the poignancy and intensity of "Seventeen Again" and draws every listener who was there with the Eurythmics back then back to those precious moments in an almost physical capacity. This song is magickal and is just this side of being successful at actual time travel. So here are the lyrics, behind a cut so I won't offend those who don't like lyrics posts. My message to them is in my body of my LJ cut.
( ska-rew yew )
Thinking about this song, and how it transports those of us who were part of this time back to that time, has made me think about the ability of time to ravage a person's spirit. As I get older, I come to understand why Tolkien's Elves and so many Vampires throughout literature seem so forlorn. When they outlive people, creatures, and even eras, all they have are the memories and, as time treads onward, those memories begin to bring pain as much as pleasure. Knowing that you can never recapture that moment or interact with that person or creature begins to pierce the heart like nothing else can. With mortals, that piercing becomes fiercer with age and only death can bring relief and release. But with the immortal tribes, the piercing grows ever more intense and there's no release from it ever. It only grows with time and it eats away at the immortal's spirit. There's no escape from time's ravages and the immortal begins to walk in woe, enshrouded by her loss. Thinking of it this way, and knowing how each loss beats me down more with every passing year, I don't think I would ever choose to become immortal. I think I'd much rather embrace my mortality and lift up a sign large enough for the Reaper to see that says "CHECK PLEASE!"
So yeah.
***EDIT***
And it gets even emo-ier (that's not a word, but work with me here)! I read a lot of my posts to Aunt Tudi, who flat out refuses to have anything to do with the Internet, despite my pleas and seductions. About halfway through reading this post this post to Aunt Tudi, I started crying like a beer-swilling weasel. I really should have my Sith card revoked and be shot on sight.
( ska-rew yew )
Thinking about this song, and how it transports those of us who were part of this time back to that time, has made me think about the ability of time to ravage a person's spirit. As I get older, I come to understand why Tolkien's Elves and so many Vampires throughout literature seem so forlorn. When they outlive people, creatures, and even eras, all they have are the memories and, as time treads onward, those memories begin to bring pain as much as pleasure. Knowing that you can never recapture that moment or interact with that person or creature begins to pierce the heart like nothing else can. With mortals, that piercing becomes fiercer with age and only death can bring relief and release. But with the immortal tribes, the piercing grows ever more intense and there's no release from it ever. It only grows with time and it eats away at the immortal's spirit. There's no escape from time's ravages and the immortal begins to walk in woe, enshrouded by her loss. Thinking of it this way, and knowing how each loss beats me down more with every passing year, I don't think I would ever choose to become immortal. I think I'd much rather embrace my mortality and lift up a sign large enough for the Reaper to see that says "CHECK PLEASE!"
So yeah.
***EDIT***
And it gets even emo-ier (that's not a word, but work with me here)! I read a lot of my posts to Aunt Tudi, who flat out refuses to have anything to do with the Internet, despite my pleas and seductions. About halfway through reading this post this post to Aunt Tudi, I started crying like a beer-swilling weasel. I really should have my Sith card revoked and be shot on sight.
