or: what isn’t “wait in the far east”
Today, we bring to your attention the misheard lyrics of this beautiful piece. I’m certain I IM’d you the lyrics, copied and pasted from the same website you stole them from with my corrections, yet you still think you hear ‘wait in the far east’. It makes perfect sense and all, it’s what we wanted, or what you wanted to hear.
Wait in the far east / There’s nothing left / No nothing left
For you, forever, from the liner notes, sans doo-doo-doo-doo-doooo’s:
Put down those car keys and come back to bed
We hear the phone ring, there’s nothing left
No, nothing left
Enough with the makeup, let’s see your eyes
Your heartbeat is so sweet when you’re by my side
Let’s leave this loneliness tonight
True love is more than a make out song
Waited to tell you way too long
For way too long
We’ve been forever, for two years now
First time I kissed you, I almost died
So maybe it’s more than love now
So maybe it’s more
I was brushing my teeth and I was flossing and I had thought a flurry through my head. And I can’t remember them now. It’s cold, it feels like fall and my body doesn’t like it. I get over being sick and it already wants to be sick again. Fan on the lowest setting; good idea, bad idea. Cough cough, hack hack. Can’t wait to see what’s going down the shower drain in the AM.
Presses play. Inhales. 5:48. Inhales. Go.
You need to hear it on headphones. The sticks click ever so lightly, ever so slightly before Ivan starts to sing over this Danelectro. Maybe you just played this too much and wanted to come back to bed, come back to me. I have no idea. One can sit and ponder and try and analyze every word and moment but that same one we’ll never know. They’ll never know what all that time really was. I regret what I had said. I regret chalking it up to lust, because I never wanted that thought to enter our train of thought, but it is logical at times. Though I felt so close to you. Ever so close. Closer than I had ever been to someone, maybe even closer than anyone I actually called mine, claimed possession over.
True love is no love make out song
Do you sit and think about me when you do, are you thinking about all those intimate moments or those moments when we lay staring at the ceiling, talking over the soundtrack destiny decided to provide. Do you think about that time you IM’d me at work one day, telling me you wanted to be girly and hold my hand and walk with me to the post office. When we walked towards the bus eight days ago and you rubbed my back like you had so many times before. Do you think about that morning you awoke, laid nude on your side, arms around me, whispering “Can I tell you a secret? I think I’m falling for you,” before placing your lips on my skin, on my lips. Was it all an act? Was it all just a game? Was it all just some cruel trick? What possessed you to say such things? To wait until the right moment, me inside of you, to tell me you loved me, too. Was it just in the heat of the moment, or in the heat of despair. What was this summer? Too real to be a dream, yet too vivid to not wake up in a cold sweat.
So maybe there’s more than love tonight
And maybe there is. Maybe there is more than the love that you do say you possess for me. You don’t love me like him, understood, but you do love me in some way, you said it yourself. But maybe it is more than that love; more than platonic, but there’s actually some hint of feelings in there. Maybe you really did fall for me. Maybe you told people how I treated you how a girl should be treated, like a princess. Maybe you really did want to bring me home and meet your friends, meet your family, integrate me in to that part of your life. Or maybe it was just part of that movie. Maybe it was just that all of those were scenes that lead to last night’s climax, the finale. Or was that the epilogue?
What was last night? That’s the three-quarter part, where there is about anywhere from 17-25 minutes remaining, including credits. Where everything had gone to shit, where the conflict and inner turmoil have been revealed, where we go through the montages that were us running everything from the past two months back in our head. And unannounced, when I was at my lowest, thinking that was it, thinking that I would never see you ever, ever again, you call.
“1. Am I Lightning? 2. Will you let me in?”
And you walked in and you kissed me. You kissed me like you never kissed me before, kissed me like I had never been kissed before. Never had a I felt a moment of my life been so filled with passion. And I wouldn’t change it for the world. Was this a resolution? No, because here we still are. You can just let it fade then and let whatever happens after that be that, but what fun would that be.
Maybe there is more than love. Maybe there is more of this every night.
