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Sorting out a mix...
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground. What have we found?
The same old fears,
wish you were here.

- Wish You Were Here ~ Pink Floyd



I was just sorting through my music trying to come up with a mix for a friend of mine. Her birthday is next month and I thought I'd put together something fun. Actually I'm trying to base it around Soft Cell's Sex Dwarf - funny song in case you couldn't tell from the title. That and Space's Female of the Species - absolutely fun and fab!

You know how it gets when you're making a mix, you just start rifling through everything and the cows of the past decide it's time for a visit back home. I love Wish You Were Here, a lot. I love the lyrics and just the guitar riff throughout. Unfortunately, or maybe not, I used it in a previous mix (an actual tape, I'm showing my age). This was when I was in a long distance relationship with the first guy I ever had a "great" conversation with. It's a long story.

Funny how time really does change everything because I used to be so, excuse me, SO damn bitter about that one. Ufff, he was a doozy. But I can look back now with, fondness, hmmm yes. I don't know if I would consider him a "great" love especially with the way it transformed over time, but boy was it ever intense. I have to say that I had one of the best weeks of my life when he came to visit me for a vacation. I've never been so romantic with someone and probably never will again. I mean we would literally stare into each other's eyes for hours, like two inches from each other. I'm just not that....aaaaack! I was almost going to pull a fucking Britany, "I'm not that innocent," excuse me while I throw up. As I was saying, perhaps I'm a bit jaded now and just couldn't react properly to a certain amount of that cornball, sickly sweet, lovey dovey bullshit. Honestly I'd probably just laugh if some guy did half the crap we did. Not that I don't like romance, but if you lay it on too thick it just stops being real for me (plus there's a certain "Who the fuck are you?" factor I was overcome with when meeting this same ex years later so romance has lost a bit of it's believability when the person you thought you loved turns out to be a complete stranger). Not that you can't be intense. Fuck, I don't know. I hope you get my meaning because I probably don't entirely. Maybe I'm just that bitter bitch, but I don't think it's that simple.

I digress more than a little. Basically this is a great song regardless how you take it, although learning more about Pink Floyd's history it has certainly taken on an even more morose lingering in the heart, then again almost all their music does after learning about Syd Barrett. One word, haunting. Still, Wish You Were Here always tends to make me feel, well not necessarily good, but hmmm, in a weird way a little less lonely.

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From: underalilacmoon Date: October 2nd, 2006 05:15 am (UTC) (Link)
Sex Dwarf?! Dude, I want to hear that mix! I've got some sort of ugly love mix thing going on right now, courtesy of the new Jane Eyre girls at bbccostumedrama. It's pretty fine.

(and talk about October bringing on the nostalgia! It seems to be nature's arrow pointing back: take a few steps and look past the leaves, what was your heart doing last year? The last ten years? I look and see fear at each new school beginning, but beyond that there was... the blossom. the acceptance even. I guess. It's so slow and we keep coming back to the same thing sometimes. I've been thinking lately that for an inborn romantic, I am wary of getting close. Maybe because it can be so intense for me, I could fall in love if I looked too long so I avert. I'm not your comfortable easy flirt middlegrounder. But I'd give almost everything if you'd let me.)




And also... this is me, the knows so little on some scores, I've never even listened to Pink Floyd in my life... I suppose this needs remedy?
xhalingaredsoul From: xhalingaredsoul Date: October 2nd, 2006 10:22 pm (UTC) (Link)
Well, when I finally get the damn thing done I can send you a disc. I can thank my discovery of Sex Dwarf (by Soft Cell, same band that did Tainted Love which you may or may not be familiar with, listen to clips of both songs here) and love for Cocteau Twins to my ex-friend's ex-boyfriend. College. Ahhhh, those were the days.

I do wonder why Autumn (love that word) brings on the spirits of the past. Strange. As to love, I fall in love waaaaay too easily, although I must say that I'm a bit more tempered now. I'm so curious what my next relationship will be like. I really li..er...no, not like....hmmm...I feel more myself when I think about how I will be in a relationship - does that statement even have a wisp of sense to it? Basically I've ran my heart through the wringer more than a couple of times and I think I'm finally ready for something....huh, I guess just something. I have a better idea of what I want, and certainly what I don't so I'm really looking for my next time on the merry-go-round for more than just your average reasons of "love", relief of loneliness, fix for who you're going to kiss on New Years and solves that ride to the airport problem. I'm really curious who I will be. I think I'm going to be pretty cool. There's an exchange in the movie Moonstruck (loooooooooooove that movie for so many reasons, but especially because it showcases my city!) between the main character's mother (Rose) who suspects her own husband of cheating and a flirting gentleman (Perry) whom she met while she dined alone, who then walks her home:

Perry: Temperature's dropping.
Rose: Yes
Perry: I guess you can't invite me in?
Rose: No
Perry: People home.
Rose: No. I think the house is empty. I can't invite you in because I'm married and because I know who I am.

I love that, "I know who I am." No waffling, no wavering in inflection in her voice when she says it. It's a fact like the sky is blue. It almost gives me chills. When I talk about her statement I'm looking at knowledge of self in a broad sense, not just as a married woman who is approached by another man. There's something about that, knowing yourself. It's powerful without tyranny, that's the sense of it that I get anyways. This is what I'm looking forward to in my future relationships because maybe I'm not quite there yet. Maybe I can't say it without a crack in my voice, but at least I can say it which is something that would've never even entered my mind before.

Never listened to Pink Floyd??!!?? wow. Um, yeah, definitely needs remedy. There's the quintessential Dark Side of the Moon, but I'm obviously partial to Wish You Were Here. Oh and for Christ's sake! Hello, The Wall!!!! Holy garbanzo beans, how could I forget that! There's the movie which most people say you must see stoned, but it's wonderful sans mind-altering substances as well. It's funny, I forgot how much I like Pink Floyd. I haven't listened to them in ages, been in a trip-hop phase for a couple of years now. But really I love it all, just not crazy about twangy country, or hardcore gansta rap stuff, oh and also most of Top 40 just isn't worth my time. But yes, lyrically, musically Pink Floyd is amazing. Do give them a listen.
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