Tender

oh what I love this song! Allready as a teenager, I was dreaming of feeling the big love, the one that every romantic film describes and the one of the princesses. I never thought though that I would be a princess, white horses are so hard to get clean. But Damon Albarn -who I’ve secretly always been in love with- singing this song was always a promise to me that one day, I would feel it. Until then, I just had to dance and sing along through.

And one day, automn 2003, I saw him and could put a face to this “someone” the song talks about. Even today, this is the first thing I think of in the morning when I wake up on M’s side: tender is the night, laying by your side. And so strong is the longing of hugging him again after his days away for the work.

Tender is the night
Lying by your side
Tender is the touch
Of someone that you love too much
Tender is the day
The demons go away
Lord I need to find
Someone who can heal my mind

Come on, Come on, Come on
Get through it
Come on, Come on, Come on
Love’s the greatest thing
Come on, Come on, Come on
Get through it
Come on, Come on, Come on
Love’s the greatest thing
That we have
I’m waiting for that feeling
I’m Waiting for that feeling
Waiting for that feeling to come

Oh my baby
Oh my baby
Oh why
Oh my

Tender is the ghost
The ghost I love the most
Hiding from the sun
Waiting for the night to come
Tender is my heart
I’m screwing up my life
Lord I need to find
Someone who can heal my mind

Speaking of songs from Blur… Hum, actually, I may admit how I came to think and listen to them tonight first. I like to take a hot bath on sunday evening, which was pretty good tonight for my “sickness” or how you would call my head hurting, my nose running and my throat feeling sore. And I like to untertain myself, so I looked after a live concert from Blur, because I was feeling for it. I came of the back looking like an old turtle and I realized that to sing in a bath is thousend times better than to sing in the shower. Not for my neighbourghs for sure, but for me. Back to Blur. The song before Tender is Out of time. I put you the lyrics there, so you might understand how I feel:

Where’s the love song?
To set us free
Too many people down
Everything turning the wrong way around
And I don’t know what love will be
But if we start dreaming now
Lord knows we’ll never leave the clouds

And you’ve been so busy lately
that you haven’t found the time
To open up your mind
And watch the world spinning gently out of time

Feel the sunshine on your face
It’s in a computer now
Gone to the future, way out in space

Tell me I’m not dreaming but are we out of time?
(We’re) out of time

Even if I love my job, I can’t help for several reasons (mostly myself getting older) to think that I’m not accomplishing very much on earth right now. Not that I want to let things after me for posterity, but that I would like to fully use the chance that is given to me to live, and hoppefully have fun and be a good people for others and the planet. This chorus about beening busy and not having the time to open up the mind, that’s so in the middle of my problem. I regret that I don’t spend more time doing creative things or discovering new thoughts, both in words or musics or other way of expressions.

When I was a teenager, I listened a lots to Blur as well and actually, it was to me like a stay in England and all the descriptions about the english classes, both low, middle and upper. You can for exampel listen to:

–  Country house of course (He lives in a house, a very big house in the country Watching afternoon repeats and the food he eats in the country He takes all manner of pills and piles up analyst bills in the country It’s like an animal farm lot’s of rural charm in the country)

– Coffee and TV (Do you feel like a chain store? Practically floored One of many zeros Kicked around bored Your ears are full but your empty Holding out your heart To people who never really Care how you are)

Charmless man (He thinks his educated airs, those family shares Will protect him, that you will respect him Yet he tries so hard to please he’s just so keen for you to listen But no-one is listening and when you put it all together There’s the model of a charmless man)

 

I was laughing at the stereotypes of the songs and thinking I was a way better than that. That I would live my own life, and not according to a modell of any kind. Where am I? I would like to finish this post with a bit of ironical hope:

Every paper that you read
Says tomorrow is your lucky day
Well, here’s your lucky day

It really, really, really could happen
Yes, it really, really, really could happen
When the days they seem to fall through you, well just let them go

 

Yeah, it really really really could happen. I will make it happen. What is behind “it” is another story to be told, hang on!

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