Hey now, the past is told by those who winMy darling, what matters is what hasn't beenHey now, we're wide awake and we're thinkingMy darling, believe your voice can mean something~ Futures - Jimmy Eat World (Futures) ~
Amazing still it seemsI'll be 23I won't always love what I'll never haveI won't always live in my regretsYou'll stay alone foreverIf you wait for the right timeWhat are you hoping for?I'm here I'm now I'm readyHolding on tightDon't give away the endThe one thing that stays mine~ 23 - Jimmy Eat World (Futures) ~(This song is definatley worth a listen(11Mb) if you haven't heard it before. If you like it, you should get the CD. These guys really do rock. Oh, and if the link dies, please let me know.)
I've been listening to this album a lot lately. I don't know what to write about it except that the song "23" makes me cry. It's not supposed to be that kind of sad song, but the lines "Holding on tight, don't give away the end, the one thing that stays mine" just brings up in me these feelings of how completely final each moment, and indeed my own life, is.
I'm sitting at home tonight feeling rather down. Saturdays now do this to me. My wife and I sit at home, and don't do terribly much. We would go out, but our son really needs to be in bed around 6pm, otherwise he's too much of a handful the next day. We could have friends around, but the people we most spend time with tend to be busy on Saturday nights. For my wife, Saturday is the one opportunity for her to do all the things she's been unable to do during the week because she's looking after our son, which means that my Saturday tends to be full of entertaining a 11 month old boy who knows his father is easier to push around then his mum.
I just get to wondering if I'll always feel like this. If I'll always lament the Saturdays spent out with friends until all hours of the evening. Meeting up at Kurrajong lookout after 10pm, and still being there at 3 the next morning. Movie nights that involved more then one movie. Maccas for breakfast after a night of long indepth discussions and watching dodgy American tele-evangalists. I guess I'll never go back there. It's a shame... I really do miss it.
Anyway, my wife has headed to bed, so I should probably go too. More bloggy goodness to come, I swear.