Monday, July 9, 2007

2 a.m.

Written by Wendy from Things in Your Head.


I would love to dig into the lyric well that I possess and come out with something earthy and real like a Beatles song or cool and tortured like a Janis Joplin song. But what came to mind when I saw the question “Choose a song whose lyrics relate to something in your life”, was a song made popular by Grey’s Anatomy called
2 a.m. and that made me sort of want to throw up a little bit. I love the song but I thought I was deeper than that. Turns out, I’m not.

Why this song? Good question. Thanks for asking. This line “Cause you’re just as far in as you’ll ever be out.” hit me like a semi when I heard it the first time. It was a perfect line for this middle-age quagmire I find myself in; looking longingly at the past, but conveniently forgetting how much being single and looking sucked; angsting over the current but truly able to see that my life is good and I am a lucky son of a bitch (only in female form) and mad at myself for having a mental laundry list of issues at the ready. Also this line “'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable, and life's like an hourglass, glued to the table” really speaks to this time in my life. We have made our choices, for the most part, and are largely happy with them, content in the blankets we have chosen to wrap our beds in but there is always a question mark, isn’t there? For me, there is. It is part of what drives my writing and my wondering. It is the best part of life, the vivid questioning. Perhaps it is only possible from a place of security and that really is the glue smeared on the track. So if Anna Nalick nailed my life in a song that has nothing to do with the 60s and soaring, vivid change, well then I guess I have to admit it. I still kind of wish it was Free Bird or something.

Wendy writes about matters small and insignificant with brazen authority at Things in Your Head. She loves music, books, candy corn and the word ‘consortium’. She hates boa constrictors and mean people.

6 comments:

justme said...

very well written - checked out your blog, i enjoyed the red sox/yankee conflict...GO YANKS - Boston SUCKS

J said...

I also find myself singing along with that song, and the lyrics are just perfect for this stage in our lives. Sigh.

The song of choice for my daughter's age group (11)? Unwritten. I swear, out of maybe 20 kids performing at the school talent show, 2 sang this song, and all of the girls in the audience knew EVERY WORD.

John Holland said...

I love that song. I have some of the lyrics of that song up on my sidebar for my blog.

Maude Lynn said...

This is a really cool post. You captured how I feel a lot these days!

Not From Lapland said...

Ditto what Mama Zen said. Man, I wish she'd stop stealing all my thoughts on stuff :)

Anonymous said...

Loved your post...but now "Freebird" is stuck in my brain. :) :(

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