Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses

You're dangerous 'cause you're honest
You're dangerous, you don't know what you want
Well you left my heart empty as a vacant lot
For any spirit to haunt

Hey hey sha la la
Hey hey

You're an accident waiting to happen
You're a piece of glass left there on the beach
Well you tell me things I know you're not supposed to
Then you leave me just out of reach

Hey hey sha la la
Hey hey sha la la

Who's gonna ride your wild horses
Who's gonna drown in your blue sea
Who's gonna ride your wild horses
Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee

Well you stole it 'cause I needed the cash
And you killed it 'cause I wanted revenge
Well you lied to me 'cause I asked you to
Baby, can we still be friends

Hey hey sha la la
Hey hey sha la la

Who's gonna ride your wild horses
Who's gonna drown in your blue sea
Who's gonna ride your wild horses
Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee

Oh, the deeper I spin
Oh, the hunter will sin for your ivory skin
Took a drive in the dirty rain
To a place where the wind calls your name
Under the trees the river laughing at you and me
Hallelujah, heavens white rose
The doors you open
I just can't close

Don't turn around, don't turn around again
Don't turn around, your gypsy heart
Don't turn around, don't turn around again
Don't turn around, and don't look back
Come on now love, don't you look back

Who's gonna ride your wild horses
Who's gonna drown in your blue sea
Who's gonna taste your salt water kisses
Who's gonna take the place of me

Who's gonna ride your wild horses
Who's gonna tame the heart of thee

--U2

I've always loved that climactic line "the doors you open I just can't close". It strikes me more than all the other lines. Plus the song invokes the weight of "Wild Horses" which is one of my all-time favorite songs. I have a live version of Dave Matthews doing "Wild Horses" and something about the hollow sound of the recording and the brassy sound of the acoustic guitar make it seem ethereal.

mmm i like that word, " ethereal"

It's very late, so late that I'm starting to get waay too excited about the sounds of words... so I'm just gonna end it here and get some shut eye.

woohoo happy birthday dad!
woohoo happy birthday aunt maureen!
woohoo happy birthday donald rumsfeld?

whatever.

The Stranger Song

It's true that all the men you knew were dealers
who said they were through with dealing
Every time you gave them shelter
I know that kind of man
It's hard to hold the hand of anyone
who is reaching for the sky just to surrender,
who is reaching for the sky just to surrender.

And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind
you find he did not leave you very much
not even laughter
Like any dealer he was watching for the card
that is so high and wild
he'll never need to deal another
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger

And then leaning on your window sill
he'll say one day you caused his will
to weaken with your love and warmth and shelter
And then taking from his wallet
an old schedule of trains, he'll say
I told you when I came I was a stranger
I told you when I came I was a stranger.

But now another stranger seems
to want you to ignore his dreams
as though they were the burden of some other
O you've seen that man before
his golden arm dispatching cards
but now it's rusted from the elbows to the finger
And he wants to trade the game he plays for shelter
Yes he wants to trade the game he knows for shelter.

Ah you hate to see another tired man
lay down his hand
like he was giving up the holy game of poker
And while he talks his dreams to sleep
you notice there's a highway
that is curling up like smoke above his shoulder.
It is curling just like smoke above his shoulder.

You tell him to come in sit down
but something makes you turn around
The door is open you can't close your shelter
You try the handle of the road
It opens do not be afraid
It's you my love, you who are the stranger
It's you my love, you who are the stranger.

Well, I've been waiting, I was sure
we'd meet between the trains we're waiting for
I think it's time to board another
Please understand, I never had a secret chart
to get me to the heart of this
or any other matter
When he talks like this
you don't know what he's after
When he speaks like this,
you don't know what he's after.

Let's meet tomorrow if you choose
upon the shore, beneath the bridge
that they are building on some endless river
Then he leaves the platform
for the sleeping car that's warm
You realize, he's only advertising one more shelter
And it comes to you, he never was a stranger
And you say ok the bridge or someplace later.

And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind ...
And leaning on your window sill ...
I told you when I came I was a stranger.

--Leonard Cohen

What a nice 4th. I don't usually pay much attention to the fourth of the month, but this month's 4th was exceptionally good. It was really great to spend some time with Ali and Elizabeth and Christina. I had my first turkey burger (pretty good) and swam in a beautiful pool. Then I raced along detoured roads to get to Joe's house before the fireworks. He fell asleep on me during the ride home and I thought to myself that everything was somehow as perfect as the fourth can ever be.

All that having been said, it would have also been nice to have gone with my dad into the city to see the additional matisse works. A month ago I said how I wanted to go to the museums while I still had some of the information fresh on my mind... and I have yet to do that.

I was in the car, driving home this morning and a thought occurred to me. Well actually it was prompted by this song...

Banditos

So just how far down do you want to go
Well we can talk it out over a cup of joe
And you can look deep in my eyes
Like I was a super-model

Uh huh

Well it’s just you and me baby
No one else we can trust
We’ll say nothing to no one
No how or we’ll bust
And never crack a smile or flinch or cry
For nobody

Uh huh

Well give your ID card to the border guard
Yeah your alias says you're Capt. Jean-Luc Picard
Of the United Federation of Planets
'Cuz he won’t speak english anyways

Everybody knows that the world is full of stupid people
So meet me at the mission at midnight
We’ll divvy up there
Everybody knows that the world is full of stupid people

But I got the pistol
So I'll keep the pesos
Yeah that seems fair

So put the sugar in the tank of the sheriff’s car
And slash the deputy’s tires
They won’t get very far
When they finally get the word that there’s been a hold-up
Uhuh

Everybody knows that the world is full of stupid people
So meet me at the mission at midnight
We’ll divvy up there
Everybody knows that the world is full of stupid people
So I got the pistol
So I get the pesos
That seems fair
That seems fair

--The Refreshments

So this song made me think about the fact that everyone in star trek spoke english and how either that was kinda stupid or ethnocentric or perhaps we were supposed to just understand their language because of some sort of futuristic brain slug like in the movie "Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy". And then, I thought about what it'd be like if you never had to learn another language. Or in other words, if you never got to. The "convenience" of relying on some infalliable translator. The complete faith that truth is truth and words are vessels of meaning. Or perhaps just the complete distinction being made between the art of language and the instrument of communication. Would it bring us closer together? Or would it just further destroy the appreciation of (or perhaps even existance of) enriched differences and perspective. If the world was only given one language, or if the world could only recognize one language what would that say of the world, the future, our intentions. I dont know. But I do know that thinking that much about that song has made me extremely hungry. So i'm going to go eat something.

Come to my party.