![]() I think everyone that’s ever made it big, probably wants to tell all the girls that passed on them, that they missed the boat. ![]() You remind Anna, if she asks why, tell her it’s alright. ![]() I heard she lives in Brooklyn with the cool, goes crazy over that New York scene on 7th Avenue.īut I used to wait at the diner, a million nights without her, praying she won’t cancel again tonight.Īnd the waiter served my coffee with a consolation sigh. You remind Anna, if she asks why, that a thief stole my heart while she was making up her mind. I would’ve gotten her a ride out of that town she despised.īut boys will be boys and girls have those eyes that will cut you to ribbons sometimes.Īnd all you can do is just wait by the moon and bleed if it’s what she says you oughta do. That’s total deceit, but she should’ve married me.Īnd tell her I spent every night of my youth on the floor, bleeding out from all these wounds. When were kids on the field of the first day of school.Īnd I would’ve sang out her name in those old high school halls.Īnd you can tell Jane, if she writes, that I’m drunk off all these stars and all these crazy hollywood nights. You can tell Gayle, if she calls, that I’m famous now for all of these rock and roll songs.Īnd even if that’s a lie, she should’ve given me a try. “Here’s Looking at You, Kid” (The classic line from Casablanca is perfect for this title) “I saw tail light last night in a dream about my first wife…” is such perfect imagery/symbolism, I can’t believe Dylan didn’t use it first.Ģ. “We were always waiting for something to happen” is a theme Fallon simgs about frequently, perhaps a nod to Bruce’s “Badlands”. The Bob Seger/Night Moves reference is classic Fallon. I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my old life We were always waiting for something to happen. With great expectations, we had the greatest expectations. Mary, I worried and stalled every night of my life.Īnd I never had a good time, I sat my bedside, with papers and poetry about Estella. I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my old life.Įverybody leaves, so why, why wouldn’t you? I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my first wife.Įverybody leaves and I’d expect as much from you. Her hair was raven and her heart was like a tomb. In a prison cell, where we spent those nights.Īnd they burnt up the diner where I always used to find her.Īnd I learned about the blues from this kitten I knew. I heard and sung them all from inside of these walls. Mary, this station is playing every sad song. “Great Expectations” ( Great Expectations of course is a book by Charles Dickens and Estella is a character in the book) For good measure I’ve included all the lyrics to each of the songs, they were just too good to leave out.ġ. For starters, here are 5 of my personal favorites. ![]() From his youthful angst to his gut wrenching honesty, he has mastered the art of storytelling, conjuring up memories of the likes of Dylan, Springsteen, and Waits. One could spend days on end dissecting the lyrics of Brian Fallon (of Jersey’s Gaslight Anthem). I'm not sure if any of that made sense, it was pretty stream of conscious.Fallon at Bonnaroo 2010 – photo by Kevin Yatarola I'm using them as a framing device because I honestly share a lot of their feelings on whether or not I should be over this/not think about it anymore. I feel like it's a weird gray area of it meaning enough to me to celebrate as I described versus I should be over it and not think about it at all.Īlso, as a disclaimer, I don't necessarily care of what my friends would say. Plus, having to explain it to anyone I end up dating and/or marrying in the future would certainly make it look like I'm not over it despite how I actually feel. Everyone who knew me when it was fresh would look at me like I'm an idiot for carving a constant reminder of a relationship that shoudln't still me in my mind into my skin. That being said, I don't think it should be made public as a tattoo. If anything, I celebrate them for what they were and have reached a point where I'm genuinely happy for this girl and whatever life she lives now. I hate to admit that I think about it as often as I do, despite it being much better than it used to be. ![]() It's just hard for me to justify something like this when it reflects a time in my life that I shouldn't even think about anymore. ![]()
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