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jon_chaissonD'OH! I forgot to post this yesterday. This one's a REAL tough one, since there are quite a few songs that remind me of somewhere, or at least a point in my life when I lived in a certain place. I'm sure most of you have seen my RTS posts about that in the past. I was torn between Ned's Atomic Dustbin's "Stuck" or Oasis' "Roll With It" (reminders of my Allston apartment in '95), Belle & Sebastian's "The Boy with the Arab Strap" (reminder of writing down in the Belfry), or Jesus Jones' "Move Mountains" (reminder of a trip with Amie and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
head58 to Maine), but I believe I've already commented on those in the past.
So I'll post a song I think I only posted once before, one that reminds me of two places--working at HMV, and hearing it on the radio on the commute to it:
Jonatha Brooke's "Crumbs" (from her 10 Cent Wings album) came out in 1997, about the time I started writing The Phoenix Effect out in the mall foodcourt before work, and one of those adult alternative stations (92-point-something, The River I think it was) used to play this a lot. A great and underrated song.
I can tell, by the way you're pushing crumbs around the table
You're not listening to me
And you say, that you have come as far as you are able
But you're not far from the tree
And you say, you're OK, but you live your life like it's over
And you say, you're OK, but you live your life like it's over
In your dreams, all your passion is like liquid fire
You trail your fingers find the spark
And you see your face reflected in the silver spirals,
But then it burns down in the dark.
And you say, you're OK, but you live your life like it's over
And you say, you're OK, but you live your life like it's over
And all the things you ever tried to tell me,
Somehow don't apply to you
You're the one evading hope, side-stepping every inkling
That the good guy, the early bird, the one who tries, the one who tries Again
WINS
And you say you're ok, but you live your life like it's over
And you say, you're ok but you live your life like it's over....
head58 to Maine), but I believe I've already commented on those in the past.So I'll post a song I think I only posted once before, one that reminds me of two places--working at HMV, and hearing it on the radio on the commute to it:
Jonatha Brooke's "Crumbs" (from her 10 Cent Wings album) came out in 1997, about the time I started writing The Phoenix Effect out in the mall foodcourt before work, and one of those adult alternative stations (92-point-something, The River I think it was) used to play this a lot. A great and underrated song.
I can tell, by the way you're pushing crumbs around the table
You're not listening to me
And you say, that you have come as far as you are able
But you're not far from the tree
And you say, you're OK, but you live your life like it's over
And you say, you're OK, but you live your life like it's over
In your dreams, all your passion is like liquid fire
You trail your fingers find the spark
And you see your face reflected in the silver spirals,
But then it burns down in the dark.
And you say, you're OK, but you live your life like it's over
And you say, you're OK, but you live your life like it's over
And all the things you ever tried to tell me,
Somehow don't apply to you
You're the one evading hope, side-stepping every inkling
That the good guy, the early bird, the one who tries, the one who tries Again
WINS
And you say you're ok, but you live your life like it's over
And you say, you're ok but you live your life like it's over....
