May 20, 2006

• It's a tough question

  
  

  Nightswimming
  REM

  
  

  Nightswimming deserves a quiet night
  The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,
  Turned around backwards so the windshield shows
  Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse
  Still, it's so much clearer
  I forgot my shirt at the water's edge
  The moon is low tonight
  
  Nightswimming deserves a quiet night
  I'm not sure all these people understand
  It's not like years ago,
  The fear of getting caught,
  Of recklessness and water
  They cannot see me naked
  These things, they go away,
  Replaced by everyday
  
  Nightswimming, remembering that night
  September's coming soon
  I'm pining for the moon
  And what if there were two
  Side by side in orbit
  Around the fairest sun?
  That bright, tight forever drum
  Could not describe nightswimming
  
  You, I thought I knew you
  You, I cannot judge
  You, I thought you knew me,
  This one laughing quietly underneath my breath
  Nightswimming
  
  The photograph reflects,
  Every streetlight a reminder
  Nightswimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night

  
  

  When you wake up in the morning every day can you really say that you love what you do? Can you imagine doing the same thing for the rest of your life? A lot of things have happened in the last month that have made me think about those two questions.  I hadn't thought for a while about me, about having to be mindful of the little things...

  
  

  When your doctor tells you that thenext time you see him you have to have lost at least 12 pounds that's what really freak me out.  I ain't getting any younger,  you know? and that's what's really sucky. 

  
  

  Now is the time. Take all those things that you said you'd do and do them to the max.

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