If you enjoy the tunage of And We All Shine On then perhaps you have heard song #19 by Frank Turner Romantic Fatigue....
Oh how I have been there! While a humorous song, it is a well known condition for a writer. A lover finds a collection of your writing...and there in your own hand are confessions of love and devotion. Smart writers don't date such poems...so when we are asked we can look you in the eye and smile "Of course darling, I wrote this about you just the other day" We are lying, we wrote it ages ago for someone who for a moment took our breath away and then choked the living shit out our desire to breath...or vice versa.
I am suffering from Romantic Fatigue, as Frank so cleverly puts it.
I sometimes fear I am no longer capable of love, or that the one that I would love is never to be found, has already slipped through my fingers or died a horrible death of some mysterious disease or is being held captive by the Columbian Mafia for writing derogatory poetry about cocaine...Yes, the more dramatic the excuse, the easier it is to reconcile myself to...
The song Bubble Toes by Jack Johnson (also on this playlist...#29) has always been a favorite of mine. If a man felt that much for me I think I could write poetry about him daily, eager and hungry for more and more words to express my love....
Alas...there are only stacks of old poems written about past loves, lovers, or would be lovers. My poetry website is full of such poems. Now, mind you, I am not a gushy writer...my affection for you might be compared to an ulcer on a bleeding heart or some other strangely endearing analogy...what can I say, I am just not a rainbows and roses kinda gal.
Maybe I am not meant to love again. Maybe I don't know how. Maybe I forfeited my chance. Or maybe someday Mr. Bubble Toes will sweep me off my feet. Heaven help him when he does. Long jaded and brutally honest...there will be no hesitation in responding, in the words of the great Frank Turner..."I didn't write this one for you..."
For now it seems these words hold even truer from dear Frank:
Every life-long-love, and every best friend, slips away into the past.
Take my words with caution, I can't pretend that you're the first.
You won't be the last.
But secretly I hold to the hope that someday Mr. Bubble Toes can honestly say "She gives me presents, With her presence alone" (refer to song #17) And then I can finally celebrate song #3...
But again a brutally honest woman herself Ani speaks the truth "No one's gonna sympathize when we crash, you hit what you head for, you get what you ask..."
However song #24 would grant my heart and soul to the person who truly fit the description...however my playlist only seems to play a blip of the song, so now you sorry bastards will have to YouTube that, or are already fanfuckingtastically awesome and know every word to that song and understand what it means to want a Quiet Mind.
Until then I shall try not to song # 20, especially by means of song #1. I shall try to loose the #34 attitude, and if song #7 occurs, refer to song #11 and then remember #8 because even though #22 seems mostly impossible for me...ya'll are fuckin' AWESOME!!
If you finished this entire post...you either have a lot of time on your hands or you may need professional help. It's certifiably insane....but I just felt like writing it. My apologies...thus refer to song #10!
UPDATE August 29, 2013: Mr. Bubble Toes and I are still together and madly in love. I have found my soul mate. Forever.
Oh how I have been there! While a humorous song, it is a well known condition for a writer. A lover finds a collection of your writing...and there in your own hand are confessions of love and devotion. Smart writers don't date such poems...so when we are asked we can look you in the eye and smile "Of course darling, I wrote this about you just the other day" We are lying, we wrote it ages ago for someone who for a moment took our breath away and then choked the living shit out our desire to breath...or vice versa.
I am suffering from Romantic Fatigue, as Frank so cleverly puts it.
I sometimes fear I am no longer capable of love, or that the one that I would love is never to be found, has already slipped through my fingers or died a horrible death of some mysterious disease or is being held captive by the Columbian Mafia for writing derogatory poetry about cocaine...Yes, the more dramatic the excuse, the easier it is to reconcile myself to...
The song Bubble Toes by Jack Johnson (also on this playlist...#29) has always been a favorite of mine. If a man felt that much for me I think I could write poetry about him daily, eager and hungry for more and more words to express my love....
Alas...there are only stacks of old poems written about past loves, lovers, or would be lovers. My poetry website is full of such poems. Now, mind you, I am not a gushy writer...my affection for you might be compared to an ulcer on a bleeding heart or some other strangely endearing analogy...what can I say, I am just not a rainbows and roses kinda gal.
Maybe I am not meant to love again. Maybe I don't know how. Maybe I forfeited my chance. Or maybe someday Mr. Bubble Toes will sweep me off my feet. Heaven help him when he does. Long jaded and brutally honest...there will be no hesitation in responding, in the words of the great Frank Turner..."I didn't write this one for you..."
For now it seems these words hold even truer from dear Frank:
Every life-long-love, and every best friend, slips away into the past.
Take my words with caution, I can't pretend that you're the first.
You won't be the last.
But secretly I hold to the hope that someday Mr. Bubble Toes can honestly say "She gives me presents, With her presence alone" (refer to song #17) And then I can finally celebrate song #3...
But again a brutally honest woman herself Ani speaks the truth "No one's gonna sympathize when we crash, you hit what you head for, you get what you ask..."
However song #24 would grant my heart and soul to the person who truly fit the description...however my playlist only seems to play a blip of the song, so now you sorry bastards will have to YouTube that, or are already fanfuckingtastically awesome and know every word to that song and understand what it means to want a Quiet Mind.
Until then I shall try not to song # 20, especially by means of song #1. I shall try to loose the #34 attitude, and if song #7 occurs, refer to song #11 and then remember #8 because even though #22 seems mostly impossible for me...ya'll are fuckin' AWESOME!!
If you finished this entire post...you either have a lot of time on your hands or you may need professional help. It's certifiably insane....but I just felt like writing it. My apologies...thus refer to song #10!
UPDATE August 29, 2013: Mr. Bubble Toes and I are still together and madly in love. I have found my soul mate. Forever.
4 comments:
To much time on my hands and none of it made sense what so ever but meh it was something to do though
Eh...ya. I hear ya...it has since been edited, perhaps re-read for a bit more humor than originally thought possible.
Lol that actually gives me an idea for a poem really with song titles but i dunno maybei will work on that one day
I have actually done that...and out of movie titles. Clearly I have no life, LOL!
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