I am somewhat
surprised by how saddened this American girl is by the passing of Tom
Petty. I can’t think of another artist who spends more time nor owns more
selections on my playlist of favorites.
In fact he is on my playlist before the word playlist is even coined,
for those who remember back to the days of mix tapes.
He writes
exquisitely and succinctly. He speaks to me at the pivotal moments, those
crossroads laden with emotion and uncertainty, able to be both a soothing balm
and smoldering bomb. It’s as if behind his famous grin lies the
confident assurance we’re only scratching the surface as we sway
to his music; we will someday understand the sage messages his lyrics hide in
plain sight. We just need to live a
little.
And for one
desperate moment there
He crept back in
her memory
God it's so
painful when something that's so close
Is still so far
out of reach
Slow to learn my
lesson, I commit acts of serial pining, always incessantly, for the favor of
unrequited loves who seem to slip through my fingers. I come to know exactly
the chimera he’s describing, exactly how it feels to be
utterly convinced you are on the brink of grasping something that in reality
was never even remotely near enough to touch.
The waiting is the
hardest part
Every day you see
one more card
You take it on
faith, you take it to the heart
The waiting is the
hardest part
Blessed as a
vessel for the creation of human beings, I find no better summation for the
toils of pregnancy than The Waiting. Under all of its glorious discomfort lies
an insatiable yearning to meet this precious individual I’m instantly and infinitely cleaved to with an unmatched
ferocity. Time never moved so slowly.
She's gonna listen
to her heart
It's gonna tell
her what to do
She might need a
lot of loving
But she don't need
you
Who hasn’t woken up to the realization you’ve stayed too long in a relationship for fear the ache of
loneliness is so unbearable you’ll tolerate snippets of affection from the
wrong person? We all need a lot of loving
and, sometimes, the self-confidence to believe we deserve it and the courage to
free ourselves from everything we know to find it.
Square one, my
slate is clear
Rest your head on
me, my dear
It took a world of
trouble, took a world of tears
Took a long
time... to get back here
She tells me I’ve always been a free spirit.
Until this moment I haven’t truly realized how much of myself I
suppressed and sacrificed to be who I thought someone else wanted me to
be. There is no journey more powerful or
worthwhile than the one that takes you back to yourself.
I need only to
hear a handful of notes before I know he’s playing A Woman in Love. The anticipation
is hypnotic, intoxicating. It’s like this for me with so many of his songs. I could (and do)
listen over and over again. It seems he’ll never stop draggin’ my heart around.
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