I couldn’t help fall
for a girl named October
her eyes like the sky
when the day’s almost over
her voice like a song
you almost remember
from some other life
some other forever
Why did I lie
why did I say — I didn’t love her
I knew just what that meant
I knew right there and then
that it was over…
ten thousand times
I thought that I might see her
a million nights I lay awake
and remembered
ten billion stars
go on forever
not one chance
we could stay together
Why did I lie
why did I say — I didn’t love her
I knew just what that meant
I knew right there and then
that it was over…
There was a point when I realized the attractive, smart, funny young adults around me had been named by my generation (yeah, talkin’ ’bout that generation).
Someplace in the early 90’s I realized all the pretty girls were named Ashley and Taylor and Sarah — all the names girls I went to college with said they were going to name their daughters — and I felt kind of old.
As I mentioned when I posted the previous AYoS version of this song at the beginning of the year, I feel like, in a sense, I wrote it in collaboration with my late pal, Rick Routhier.
Uh… after he’d passed on.
It is, after all, a song which has as its central metaphor reincarnation and endless love. So it’s somehow fitting…
Anyhow, I’m taking credit for the line about virus-on-your-pc, since Rick was one of those people who had only recently started to feel guilty about not caring about computers when he died after a short, then-mysterious illness in the early 90s. (We later found he had had an undiagnosed case of cancer.) But it’s entirely possible he came back with the ghost-on-your-TV line — which is, after all, kinda nice in a formalist sort of way.
I’m pretty sure Rick believed in reincarnation. I’m not so sure I do — Rick’s postmortal contributions to this song notwithstanding. After all, a ghostly interaction does not in itself support the idea of reincarnation. Let’s be realisitc, here.
I might be this and I might be that
I might be a success or I might be flat
I might be them, I might be you
I might be the desert or the sky so blue
but wherever I go, whatever I do I’ll never, ever stop loving you
I might be the wind, I might be the sea
I might be deep space for eternity
I might be a dog, I might be a cat
I might be the chair, where sharon stone sat
but wherever I go, whatever I do I’ll never, ever stop loving you
I might be a virus in your PC
I might be a ghost on your TV
I might be a shadow where no shadow should
or a whisper from nowhere
that you almost understood
but wherever I go, whatever I do I’ll never, ever stop loving you
He’d known her for years. They were best friends. Sometimes more. It was beyond complicated.
He’d watched her for years, like a man who finds himself, transfixed, watching one terrible crash after another in a perpetual storm of dark and roiling emotions, too stunned to even feel sympathy for the victims or shame for his wide-eyed spectatorhood.
But now, he was going to say something. He was going to break the rules that had allowed them to twine without tying (as she once had said).
Now, he was going to try to save some fool’s heart…
previous AYoS version 16 dec 2006
Who’ll Stop Lorraine?
I’ve known Lorraine since we were kids
and I’ve always been amazed
Every time she went too damn far I thought
Who’ll stop Lorraine?
I saw her hunt down Billy Jim
he was doomed from that first day
I saw her rip his heart in two and thought,
Who’ll stop Lorraine?
From the hotel bar to the airport lounge Everyone knows her name Over and over I ask myself, Who’ll Stop Lorraine?
Finally one day I’d had enough
I sat her down looked her in the eye
Lorraine I love you, girl, but straighten up,
’cause, Lorraine, you’re wreckin’ people’s lives
From the hotel bar to the airport lounge Everyone knows your name Over and over they ask themselves, Who’ll Stop Lorraine?
I never thought Id see a tear in her eye
I never thought I’d see into her soul
but since that day she’s come so far
and God I’ve come to love her so
From the hotel bar to the airport lounge Everyone knows her name Over and over they ask themselves, Whatever became of Lorraine?
