This has always been a favorite song of mine, nearly 20 years after it was released. I’ve written about it here a lot, it was even part of my Christmas playlist in 2005. So anyway.
This song speaks to my soul, and nowadays that might be just what the doctor ordered. The world, as ever, keeps going to hell, and it seems that the children suffer because the so-called grown-ups can’t get their shit together.
But I wanna go back to going crazy,
Believing every word that I was told.
You know, sometimes, growing up, I think I’m getting wiser,
And then other times, I think I’m getting old.When I was a child, I spoke as a child.
But all I heard was how I should get ahead.
Now growing up, it ain’t anything but all this indecision
With these debts and doubts and worries
Hanging over my head.
When I was a child,
I spoke as a child.
I wish I could remember what I said.When I was a child,
I spoke as a child.
God, I wish I could remember what I said.
Maybe I’ll write more later. I was thinking that here at the end of the year is a good time to put some thoughts down. But then I think again that it doesn’t really matter and I’m over-exposed as it is. I guess somewhere in between is what I need.
I fully realize that winter, and with it holidays like Christmas, is a challenging time for me. I promised my buddy Mir I wouldn’t fuck things up, so that’s a big part of why I’m trying to keep my big mouth shut 😛
Here’s something a bit lighter, a conversation starter if you will: any thoughts on the theme of my blog? I was looking for something a little different and can’t decide if I like it. I found a zombie theme, too, but that was a bit bloody given the news right now. Maybe another time to try that one on.