Confide in Me Saturday, February 07, 2004

When you feel twisted
Call me, I'm listed

From a Donald Fagen B-side I hadn't played in ten years. Like finding a quarter under your cushion. And just now, another gut punch, from "Snowbound"--a song I'm sure you've heard over the Lite Favorites channel in your supermarket. Here are the

lyrics in their entirety:

At Nervous Time
We roll downtown
We've got scenes to crash
We're gonna trick and trash
We're gonna find some fun
We hit the street
With visors down
With our thermasuits
Sealed up tight
We can beat the freeze
And get saved tonight
Let's stop off at the Metroplex
That little dancer's got some style
Yes she's the one I'll be waiting for
At the stage door

Chorus:
Snowbound
Let's sleep in today
Wake me up
When the wolves come out to play
Heat up
These white nights
We're gonna turn this town
Into a city of lights

We take the tube
To Club Hi Ho
It's about deadspace
It's a marketplace
And a party house too
Something new
From Charlie Tokyo
It's a kind of pyramid
With a human heart
Beating in an ion grid
A critic grabs us
And says without a smile
The work seduces us with light
Eviva laughs and we step out
Into the blue-white night

Chorus

We sail our icecats on the frozen river
Some loser fires off a flare, amen
For seven seconds it's like Christmas day
And then it's dark again
And then it's dark again

That last verse is wonderful beyond words. Reading it won't do it justice. It's wistful, mournful, a little existential bonbon--a lifetime lived in the time it takes a flare to burn out on a frozen river.

A long day. Secret Thing #3 is begun. This time I think I'll come up with an outline first...

@ 7:12:00 PM,

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