tuesday
this afternoon, starting to work-out on the machine, this song started to play. and when the guitar and the finger flips surrounded me, i had to chuckle, loudly; in fact, i had to laugh out loud. don't ask me why. it simply forced more than a smile on my lips. even though i didn't feel like smiling or laughing, even though i was tired and my eyes ached from proofreading articles of professors which – if they were term-papers by students – we would hand them back because they are full of formal inconsistencies and lacking sources. anyway, i had to laugh, because of the rush of joy. of course the next second i was thinking how on earth i could manage to write a song that is so joyful.
and then also THANKS a lot to the fucking moon. i lay awake for four hours the other night, its blueish light so bright on the floor that i could have read a book in the middle of the room. the beams were so full of uncanny and restless energy that they made the curtains bulge as if the wind was caught in them.
what is it about this song? it's not even *that* special. and the melody is not *that* jubilant at all. and, frankly, the electric guitar is not outstanding, either. nor are the lyrics.
i don't know.
princess superstar's back in town.
