Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Soundtrack of my Life

I dated this guy once who was always singing or humming a tune under his breath. I quickly realized that whatever he was singing was in direct relation to what he was thinking but would never dare say. For Instance, while escorting me to a baby shower for friends, he was singing, "We gotta get out of this place...if it's the last thing we ever do..." by the Animals. I found out that he had decided to play the field and date mutiple women by the tune I heard from his lips one morning after he had mentioned a woman's name in passing: "I'm the kind of guy who likes to run around. I'm never in one place, I roam from town to town...'cos I'm a wanderer, Yeah, I'm a wanderer..."

I notice over the years that I will do the same thing. I catch my unconscious mind giving voice to it's secrets all the time through the convenient sound conduit of the Modern Pop Song.

Why, just this week while standing with my face in the refrigerator I caught myself singing at the top of my lungs, the new James Blunt song: "I'm so HOLLOW Baby, I'm SO HOLLOW..." Obviously a cry to be fed!

So of course it is no suprise that as the Salvation Army Men hauled off my Sofa of Death this morning and I waved it a relieved and guilty goodbye, I heard these lyrics leave my lips:

"Goodbye myLover!
Goodbye my friend!
You have been the one!
You have been the one for me!"

The Death Sofa and I...in better days!

4 comments:

Junie Moon said...

You are ever so funny!

I know what you mean about the songs, my sister and I do the same thing. It drives our husbands crazy--most especially because we couldn't sing our way out of a paper bag.

Carole Burant said...

Now you've got me wondering if I do that too!! lol Are you getting yourself a new sofa?? Hugs xox

Puss-in-Boots said...

Death Sofa??? Am I missing something here, especially as you were singing that James Blunt song!!

I usually get songs on the brain for a few days - the latest one being Pink's song something about, "if they said this time in three years you'd be long gone, I'd stand up and shout they were wrong, wrong," or words to that effect. But it doesn't remotely echo anything in my life at the moment. I think it's because every time I turn the radio on in the car, that song is playing. Sad isn't it?

Miss Pink Ponsonby said...

Puss in Boots: You'd have to read through my archives where I talk about how dangerous that sofa was...it impaled my foot once with a broken spring, just out of the blue. I've been scared of it every since and very trepaditious to let any friends sit in it. Pea, I'm not getting a new one for the time being. I want a sofa sleeper and those are too heavy to drag upstairs. So for now, I am just going to spread out and enjoy having more floor space!