Wow! Nobody but nobody living in THAT apartment would write a goofy lyric like: “I keep your picture on the wall. It hides a nasty stain that’s lyyyying there…” What a casement window and what a view. I wish the rent check I’m about to walk over to the landlady–through the soft April rain–was for something like that!
Heard it in a different song, different language and totally different culture. It goes like that: you (has and she and a he yous in many languages: it’s a she) can buy a motorcycle, take a trip to an obscure country in Asia, through away my presents, …
This post has confused me somewhat. I imagine (and, uh, hope) that you posted this in honor of the recently arrived spring, and perhaps in part because young Chet Baker had a fabulous voice. On the other hand, the conceit of “I don’t miss you, except when I do” makes me think of Bob Dylan’s “Most of the time.” Naturally, YouTube is letting me down badly for even a half-decent version of the song. AND it’s my ex’s birthday today.
I don’t even care if I ever see her again…most of the time.
Ahem. I mean, hope the springtime is beautiful out in your neck of the woods!
“Take your cat and leave my sweater…” is a scruffier-necked, countrified variation on somewhat the same theme.
It was a dank enough weekend here in the East. I can remember back in college reading Walter Prescott Webb on the durable prevalence of dry west of whatever parallel that was he mentioned. I wish there was a cap-and-trade weather exchange system. There’s times when I wouldn’t mind listing a half inch of pesky rain in exchange for an equivalent measure of drouth! What did that poet say, thoughts of a dry brain in a dry season?