Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Pull me out from inside

As Eddie Vedder perfectly sang: "First comes love, and then comes pain. Let the games begin."

What a perfect song. It makes me remember events past that never really happened to me at all. I guess that's when you know a song is good: when it brings to mind feelings and experiences you never had.
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,
Turned around backward so the windshield shows.
Every streetlight reveals a picture and a verse.
Still, it's so much clearer.
I forgot my shirt at the water's edge.
The moon is low tonight.

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
I'm not sure all these people understand.
It's not like years ago,
The fear of getting caught,
The recklessness in water.
They cannot see me naked.
These things, they go away, replaced by every day.

Nightswimming. Remembering that night.
September's coming soon.
I'm pining for the moon.
Or what if there were two,
Side by side in orbit around the fairest sun?
That bright, tight, forever drum could not describe nightswimming.

You, I thought I knew you.
You I cannot judge.
You, I thought you knew me.
This one laughing quietly underneath my breath.

The photograph reflects every streetlight, a reminder.
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.

-- REM, "Nightswimming"

I am ready. I am fine.

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