17 July 2006

when i went to your town on the wide open shore, oh i must confess i looked in all the windows and watched you sleeping

i know no one makes mix tapes any more. or mix cd's. they're just too obvious to be useful. "sometimes when someone has a crush on you, they'll make you a mix tape to give you a clue." thanks, kate monster. but that doesn't mean that, when the obscene heat drives you out of the subways and you're taking the freaking m20 up 8th ave, you can't make a hypothetical mix tape. when you're in that sort of brain place, it's not an unreasonable thing to do. focuses your thinkings, in a way.

and let me just say, if you're making a (hypothetical) mix tape for a (almost as insubstantial) boy, and you want to include your favorite dar williams song, and your favorite dar williams song is "the ocean," and you want to share it, because you think this (hypothetical) boy would (hypothetically) appreciate the beautiful, contained poetry, boy does it sound different in its new context. it sounds like you're a psycho stalker hippie girl, is what it sounds like. it's not the same without the music, but have a read:

when i went to your town on the wide open shore,
oh i must confess, i was drawn, i was drawn to the ocean,
i thought it spoke to me, it said, 'look at us,
we're not churches, not schools, not skating ponds, swimming pools,
and we have lost people, haven't we though?'
oh, that's what the ocean can know of a body,
and that's when i came back to town.
this town is a song about you.
you don't know how lucky you are,
you don't know how much i adore you,
you are the welcoming back from the ocean.

i went back to the ocean today,
with my books and my papers i went to the rocks by the ocean,
but the weather changed quickly.
oh the ocean said, 'what are you trying to find,
i don't care, i'm not kind,
i've bludgeoned your sailors, i've spat out their keepsakes,
oh it's ashes to ashes, but always the ocean,'
but the ocean can't come to this town,
this town is a song about you.
you don't know how lucky you are,
you don't know how much i adore you,
you are the welcoming back from the ocean.

and the ones that can know you so well
are the ones that can swallow you whole.
i have a good and i have an evil,
i thought the ocean, the ocean thought nothing,
you are the welcoming back from the ocean.

i didn't go back today,
i wanted to show you that i was more land than water,
i went to pick flowers.
i brought them to you,
look at me, look at them, with their salt up the stem,
but you frowned when i smiled and i tried to arrange them,
you said, 'let me tell you the song of this town,'
you said, 'everything closes at five.
after that, well, you just got the bars,
you don't know how precious you are,
walking around with your little shoes dangling,
i am the one who lives with the ocean,
it's where we came from, you know,
and sometimes i just want to go back,
after a day, we drink 'til we're drowning,
walk to the ocean, wade in with our workboots,
wade in our workboots, try to finish the job.
you don't know how precious you are,
i am the one who lives with the ocean.
you don't know how i am the one.
you don't know how i am the one.'

the effect isn't complete without the music, but you get the idea. i don't think i just ruined my favorite dar song, but i'm most definitely not making this mix tape. also because i don't want to be the most obvious dork ever. je ne suis pas une stalker.*


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*mais, je suis espionne. (fun with french! thanks, fiaf! that was four months' salary well spent.)

1 comment:

Jeremy said...

I still heart that song. :-) Dar's playing a free show in Cold Spring this Sunday. I almost considered going, but I don't know if I want to sit on a train for that long.

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