Untouchable Face

This past Saturday was a lovely day. I met Laurie in Santa Clara for breakfast. We then went and saw the newest Harry Potter film. For those of you who read the books, you know that this one was a bridge book. The movie is a bridge movie. I liked it and it's definitely worth seeing. Just keep in mind it's setting the stage for the next two.

That evening, Tanya, Chris, Monique, John and I all went to see Ani DiFranco. It was an amazing show! She really knows how to connect with the crowd and told lots of stories about her 5 month old baby. She's very engaging and I see why people like her. After, we gorged ourselves on some sushi at Sushi Rock and then headed home.

I've always defined good music as music that speaks to you. Music to which I can relate. Lyrics that make me say, "Yes, I totally understand what you mean." or "Yes, I've been there." To that end, Ani played this one at the concert and it really spoke to me about some past events in my life.

Untouchable Face:

think i'm going for a walk now
i feel a little unsteady
i don't want nobody to follow me
'cept maybe you

i could make you happy, you know
if you weren't already
i could do a lot of things
and i do

tell you the truth i prefer the worst of you
too bad you had to have a better half
she's not really my type
but i think you two are forever
and i hate to say it but you're perfect together

so fuck you
and your untouchable face
fuck you
for existing in the first place
and who am i
that i should be vying for your touch
who am i
bet you can't even tell me that much

2:30 in the morning
and my gas tank will be empty soon
neon sign on the horizon
rubbing elbows with the moon
safe haven of the sleepless
where the deep fryer's always on
radio is counting down the top 20 country songs

out on the porch the fly strip is
waving like a flag in the wind
you know i really don't look forward
to seeing you again soon.

you look like a photograph of yourself
taken from far far away
i won't know what to do
i won't know what to say

so fuck you
and your untouchable face
fuck you
for existing in the first place
and who am i
that i should be vying for your touch
who am i
bet you can't even tell me that much

i see you and i'm so perplexed
what was i thinking
what will i think of next
where can i hide
in the back room there's a lamp
that hangs over the pool table
and when the fan is on it swings
gently side to side
there's a changing constellation
of balls as we are playing
i see orion and say nothing
the only thing i can think of saying

is fuck you...