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F (ONLY FOR FUN): I was discussing my PLAYLIST for SOMEONE ELSE’S LOVE STORY with my favorite novelist on the planet, wild genius Lydia Netzer.
Lydia has her own band, The Virginia Janes, and if you listened to SHINE SHINE SHINE on audiobook you know some of her band’s songs about robots are on at the end.
A lot of her band’s songs are about robots.
Anyway, Lydia REALLY likes songs and she is always making me hear songs and I fuss about having to hear songs but then I end up putting the songs on my iPod for the words.
I do not like songs. I mnean, I do not HATE them. It is only that I do not feel that avid SONG LIKING so many people feel. I do not mind songs being ON in a background way—in fact, that can be quite pleasant. I don’t mind singing for a short period of time in order to pass that same short period. Emphasis: Short. But I don’t get the thing where you go to a place and sit and listen to songs. Songs are like butterflies, nice enough to note in passing, nothing that I go out of my way to keep.
HOWEVER, I do sometimes love lyrics in the same way that I love some poems; lyrics are made out of words. I very much like words. Where I tend to get bored with songs is mostly in the parts made out of music. (SO you know I am hella funz at the symphony. WORD.)
Anyway, one of the people on my playlist for SELS was DAR WILLIAMS, who has GREAT lyrics, and Lydia is the one who put DW on my radar. I am not cool enough, musically or any other way, to know who Dar Williams is on my own. Imma post the YOU TUBE of the song that makes me think of SOMEONE ELSE’S LOVE STORY, and under you can see our chat about it.
Lydia: BTW, I Saw A Bird Fly Away makes me cry. Enormous amounts. And I don’t even know WHAT IT MEANS.
Me:. It makes me weepy, too. I have a yoga teacher, Holly, that says “Step onto the riverbank” at random moments and it means NOTHING to me and yet when she says it in her voice the way she does my heart balloons outward and I am calm. I suspect I SAW A BIRD FLY AWAY means VERY beautiful and touching things.
Lydia: Like what? I’m serious — what does it mean when she says I saw a bird fly away and I could not ask again?
Me: Here is what I think about it. I think she is talking about all the ways people try to rise and fly and be all free and beautiful – Ethereal floaters, and drug highs and all this striving, this STRIVING UP like, I WILL BE RISE AND FLY, I will run up this hill and be on top and she is asking all these buttholes how and why.Then she sees a bird fly and it is beautiful and perfect and thoughtless. And some guy falling in mud not even trying —HE is the flyer. He is enlightened. He is like the bird. So. Yeah. This song is about Yoga. Obviously.
Lydia: I also like the line “and I started climbing again.” IT’S PROBABLY NOT ABOUT YOGA.
Me: Step onto the riverbank, b*tch. EVERYTHING is about yoga.
But maybe not this song. WHAT IS THIS SONG ABOUT? Seriously, Lydia and I want to know. And why do some of those words make us CRY?