Thursday, September 01, 2005

Wise Up

It's hard to listen to. You don' tknow whether it's words or melody that affect you on this kind of basic molecular level. But whatever the cause, the resultant helplessness resonates in your ears as you hear the vocal desperation, and the lyrics afflict you like labor. It's hard to listen to. But sometimes, viscerally and inexplicably, it provides you with the blueprint for, or at least, nudges you toward, recovery. It's hard to listen to. And you can't explain it. But sometimes, it helps. "Wise Up" by Aimee Mann It's not what you thought When you first began it You got what you want Now you can hardly stand it though By now you know it's not Going to stop It's not going to stop It's not going to stop 'Til you wise up You're sure there's a cure And you have finally found it You think one drink will shrink you 'til you're underground and living down But it's not going to stop It's not going to stop It's not going to stop 'Til you wise up Prepare a list of what you need Before you sign away the deed 'Cause it's not going to stop It's not going to stop It's not going to stop 'Til you wise up No it's not going to stop 'Til you wise up Now it's not going to stop So just give up...

1 comment:

Rye said...

Damn, that's good. The faint hope clause guy in me is wondering if the last "give up" could be interpreted as "give in". Suggesting that if you accept your feelings as truth (instead of situational myopia) that this costructed fabric of unreality might be exsistant enough to sustain you.

But I know that's just not true. Giving up implies starting over (to me). I've listened to this song a bunch of times, but never really understood it. I've always just let its warm comforting tones soothe my pain. Now I have a bit more to consider.

Thanks,

Rye