Gone, like that. All those things they’d planned, lying awake, moonlight through the window, in each other’s arms. The places they’d go. The things they’d do. The projects they’d pursue together. The dreams.
He knew in an instant they were as gone as though they’d never been.
Sometimes when people break up, there’s an uncertainty, a possibility everything can be put back together. Sometimes it happens. Mostly, he guessed, it didn’t.
But with her, with this woman he’d spent almost five years with… he knew.
I’ll be adding new functionalities to it over the next few weeks (depending on my availability) but as it stands now you can sort on song title and date (as well as whether or not the song is an instrumental) and there are links to the AYoS page for each song as well as links directly to the MP3 for each song. Additionally, there are links for other download and streaming options for many of the songs.
Special Feature: Feelin’ post-literate? Listen to the audio version of today’s commentary…
The big kiss off… engine of ten thousand songs. A veritable cornerstone of pop music. Topic of some of the 60’s best rock and pop writers: your Dylans, your Stones, your Lennons and your McCartneys, et al.
It was a time when everyone seemed to be telling someone (and sometimes everyone) else to just go… jump in a lake.
My lost generation was telling our parents — who we now revere and lionize as the Heroic World War II Generation — to take their repressive social mores and rigid caste and racial divisions — and their “ugly little war” in Vietnam — and… take a hike.
Workers were questioning the advantage of the yoke. Foremen and bosses were telling their bosses to shove it up the executive elevator shaft. And the rich were ignoring the pleadings of their brokers and legal staffs to join monasteries and ashrams.
But me… I was trying to make my relationship with my GF of the moment work…
I can hear the eyeballs rolling up across cyberspace… but, honestly… oh, never mind…
Let’s say that I thought, then, that I was trying to make it work.
At any rate, I wrote this while I was still involved with my GF of the moment… and would be, on and off, for a couple more years, give or take…
And I told her it wasn’t about her or directed to her… but she was a very smart young woman and it took her about a half-minute to unscrew her face after she heard me play it the first time… which was gratifying.
Well, I hardly know where you’re coming from
but it ain’t hard to see where you’re going to
Hey hey, Darlin’
I just can’t save you now
You hold on to me, so damn tight
then push me away — I walk home through the night
thinking ’bout how
I’d be seeing you around
Hey, hey, Darlin’, guess I’ll be seeing you around After all L.A. ain’t such a big town Hey hey Darlin, I hope you ain’t feeling down cause those blues will sit on your head jack your heart and turn your life around
Now you always argue about everything
In your domain irrationality’s king
I got a list of topics
a mile long that can’t be brung up
You called me up on the telephone
and asked me if I was alone
I said yes —
you said good –and you hung up
Hey, hey, Darlin’, I guess yer feeling proud after all) ya cataloged my faults told the whole goldang world out loud Hey hey darlin, I guess it ain’t so strange You tore up my body, broke my heart, and threw away my brains
Well, I tried to talk out all those things
but your inattentive condescendance stings
Hey hey darlin
there’s no point in talking now
Well I never had the money for diamond rings
nor the guaranteed returns wise investment brings
Hey hey darlin,
I guess I’ll be seeing ya around
Hey, hey, Darlin’, guess I’ll be seeing you around After all L.A. ain’t such a big town Hey hey Darlin, I hope you ain’t feeling down cause those blues will sit on your head jack your heart and turn your life around (C)1976, TK Major
I walked along the aqueduct just before the dawn. The sun looked old and tired as it came up but at least now the night is gone…
The old college try.
One last night of talking. Crying. Yelling, maybe. Holding each other quietly. And then walking out into the morning air and knowing nothing will ever be the same again.
Do it enough times, you get good at it.
I had favorite spots I’d go when I was nursing a broken heart. I don’t want to give them away… especially since some of them were also my favorite spots for winning a girl over… crashing surf has often had a positive affect on my love life. It’s the ions or something.
But there aren’t any good aqueducts around here, though. Not that I know of. Maybe some up in the mountains. So that part of this song was pretty much fiction. Southern California leans more toward concrete-trapped rivers… which have their own parched charm, I suppose but have never drawn me through the hazy nether-consciousness of a broken heart as have various seaside cliffs, dumpy oil well-covered hills overlooking endless grids of twinkling lights, or lonely stretches of sand.
But I have strolled along a few aqueducts in North America and Europe and I thought there was something kind of evocative about the notion.
Also, characters in my songs had walked by oceans, rivers, streams, floated on ponds, splashed in puddles, driven along lonely coasts and generally explored most of the other song-worthy picturesques that come easily to mind.