Saturday, June 25, 2011

Round Here

At first, I was going to use a Michael Jackson song.  He's been all over the airwaves for the last few days, and I thought I could honor him by posting one of my favorite songs of his.  I was going to strike my best "Thriller" pose, take a picture, and put it up with all of those amazing lyrics.  However, as the day wore on, it wasn't Michael I was craving, but Counting Crows (overwhelmingly so).  And one song in particular, Round Here, hasn't left my mind for the last few hours.  Perhaps the only solution is to play it, sing along to it, and move on to the next obsession.  I must admit, if you're going to have a momentary obsession, Counting Crows is far from bad...

Round Here by Counting Crows
Step out the front door like a ghost
Into the fog where no one notices
The contrast of white on white.
And in between the moon and you
Angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
And I walk in the air between the rain, through myself and back again
Where? I don't know
Well, Maria says she's dying
Through the door I hear her crying
Why? I don't know
Round here, we always stand up straight
Round here, something radiates
Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
And she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus
She parks her car outside of my house and takes her clothes off.
She says she's close to understanding Jesus
And she knows she's more than just a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal when she's nervous
Round here we're carving out our names
Round here we all look the same
Round here we talk just like lions
But we sacrifice like lambs
Round here she's slipping through my hands
Run home, sleeping children better run like the wind
out of the lightning dream
Mama's little baby better get herself in
out of the lightning
She says "it's only in my head"
She says "Shhhhh I know it's only in my head"
But the girl in the car in the parking lot
Says "Man you should try to take a shot
Can't you see my walls are crumbling?"
Then she looks up at the building
Says she's thinking of jumping
She says she's tired of life
She must be tired of something
Round here she's always on my mind
Round here hey man got lots of time
Round here we're never sent to bed early
and nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late oh
I can't see nothing... nothing round here
Will you catch me if I'm falling
Will you catch me if I'm falling
Will you catch me cause I'm falling down on you
I said I'm under the gun around here
Oh man I said I'm under the gun around here
And I can't see nothing
Nothing round here

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