{"id":92,"date":"2005-12-16T02:08:00","date_gmt":"2005-12-16T02:08:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/?p=92"},"modified":"2015-11-02T15:24:59","modified_gmt":"2015-11-02T23:24:59","slug":"its-only-been-a-million-years","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/2005\/12\/16\/its-only-been-a-million-years\/","title":{"rendered":"It’s Only Been a Million Years"},"content":{"rendered":"

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As far as I can figure the lyrics to this song (writing them and investing them with meaning are separate processes, y’know?) the protagonist is a kind of downtrodden everyman\/everywoman… about how I figured someone married to me would turn out in a decade or two. Or six months.<\/p>\n

These are the kind of elemental lyrics that make songwriters like me want to mumble (as if I could still pretend to shame after these nearly 90s songs) and it is only commitment to the process<\/span> that allows me to grit and paste them into this post. But one of the most important lessons of rock and roll, I think, is that, if you have stupid lyrics to sing, sing them loud.<\/span> Mumbling stupid lyrics is sure to invite eventual abuse. Shouting them out proudly, stupidly, <\/span>now, that, my friend, was rock and roll.<\/p>\n\n

It’s Only Been a Million Years<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

One day you’ll wake up
\nand figure out I’ve gone
\nOnly thing surprising
\ntook so damn long<\/p>\n

It’s only been a million years<\/span>
\nsince I had a dream<\/span>
\nIt’s only been forever<\/span>
\nsince I felt a thing<\/span><\/p>\n

One day I love you
\nnext day I don’t
\nHard to believe
\nYou didn’t know<\/p>\n

It only takes an instant
\nfor the hottest flame to die
\nit only takes forever
\nto spend your life wondering why<\/p>\n

It’s only been a million years<\/span>
\nsince I had a dream<\/span>
\nIt’s only been forever<\/span>
\nsince I felt a thing<\/span><\/p>\n

(C)1990, TK Major<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

    As far as I can figure the lyrics to this song (writing them and investing them with meaning are separate processes, y’know?) the protagonist is a kind of downtrodden everyman\/everywoman… about how I figured someone married to me would turn out in a decade or two. Or six months. These are the kind […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"pgc_meta":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[6,340],"tags":[926,997],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/92"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=92"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/92\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2278,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/92\/revisions\/2278"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=92"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=92"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=92"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}