Evidently, internet, I listen to a lot of depressing music. To choose this song, I went back and forth from Jeff Buckley to Ben Harper to Ryan Adams and back again, but I finally settled on “Return” by OKGO.
This song was on their first album, which I listened to constantly after I saw them open for They Might Be Giants (many, many moons ago) and became a little obsessed. (Which may have been because I actually got to meet them and they all gave me hugs because I had bought and was wearing one of their shirts. They weren’t aware that, the reason I was wearing their shirt was because Alex had spilled something all down the front of mine. But I still have the shirt and I still like the band a lot.)
Shortly after Matt died, I was standing in my bathroom, brushing my hair and listening to OKGO, and “Return” came on. And I don’t know if I had just never listened to the lyrics before but it was like I was hearing the song for the first time. And the whole song seemed to be written for my dear friend. Of course, as soon as I realized this, I slid down to the floor, hit repeat on my CD player and sat. I don’t remember if I cried or how long I sat there.
Every time I hear this song, I think of Matt. I miss him.
Now its years since your body went flat and even memories of that
are all thick and dull, all gravel and glass. But who needs them
now -- displaced they're easily more safe --
the worst of it now: I can't remember your face.
Return.
For a while, with the vertigo cured, we were alive -- we were pure.
The void took the shape of all that you were, but years take their toll,
and things get bent into shape...
Antiseptic and tired, I can't remember your face.
Return.
You were supposed to grow old. Reckless, unfrightened, and old,
you were supposed to grow old.
Return. You were supposed to return.
are all thick and dull, all gravel and glass. But who needs them
now -- displaced they're easily more safe --
the worst of it now: I can't remember your face.
Return.
For a while, with the vertigo cured, we were alive -- we were pure.
The void took the shape of all that you were, but years take their toll,
and things get bent into shape...
Antiseptic and tired, I can't remember your face.
Return.
You were supposed to grow old. Reckless, unfrightened, and old,
you were supposed to grow old.
Return. You were supposed to return.
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