Thursday, June 17, 2004

So beautiful I could die

I was constantly filled with this overwhelming urge to cry yesterday. Not because I was upset or angry but for the first time in a long time, purely because I was feeling so damn happy. The smaller things were just the biggest and the biggest didn't even exist.

It started off with conversation that always makes my day. For numerous days already. I went for a walk later in the day and I was sitting outside starbucks having a smoke and I was watching this man take down the nests that the birds made in between the letters of the sign. He took down the first one and he turned to look at me and showed me two little sleeping chicks inside.

I felt this mad warmth grow in me and I just wanted to weep. Something about it felt so surreal and warm and it felt like faith in the greater good was reinstilled or something. I walked back home and was feeling so damn good. I couldn't stop smiling all day thinking about this and that and you.

The day got even better after I made popcorn and burnt it completely. I never saw a bag of popcorn smoke so much. I had to put it out with two glasses of water with me laughing so hard, eyes tearing because of the smoke and coughing my lungs out. Brilliant.

This good streak lasted till right before I slept. I flipped to VH1 and managed to catch the beginning of a show. I saw John Mayer on screen and felt super happy. He then went on to play Your Body is a Wonderland. Then Paul Simon came on and I was indifferent but felt like something beautiful was going to happen. He then played Homeward Bound. Now, I don't know this song but the lyrics were amazing. Everything just called out to me. Tailored to me. Then they went to commercial break and what do I find? The show's sponsored by only my favourite alcohol ever, Baileys.

Thank you very fucking much. Nail in the coffin. I'm a happy dead bunny. I need more days like those and it's not all that much.


I'm sitting in the railway station.
Got a ticket to my destination.
On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand.
And ev'ry stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
Ev'ry day's an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines.
And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories
And ev'ry stranger's face I see reminds me that I long to be,
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.

Tonight I'll sing my songs again,
I'll play the game and pretend.
But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
Silently for me.


::me:: at 08:59