The line that haunts me most from this song is: And she never had dreams, so they never came true. But also, Shed been drained of her spirit, all caged up... (sans the zoo part). And finally, And as she stared out into nowhere... I thought, yes I thought she might break down & cry. Ohhhh... when I whispered, I thought I could love her, she just said Baby, dont even bother to try. And the bees they had stung her... the birds they had flown. There were guys she could number, but none had she known. And she never had dreams, so they never came true. The point being, I no longer remember my dreams at night & dreamer & hopeless romantic I once was, I dont really entertain any hopes or dreams by day anymore either. As maudlin as this song is & despite my life being an entirely DIFFERENT kind of life than that of a table top dancers life... the same END RESULT, for me, has ended up being the case. Never thought I could relate to a song like this on SO MANY LEVELS not having ever lived this kind of life, in truth. Howso? Simple. The men I can number, well, it was never supposed to be a numbers game. Each one, I was prepared to spend the rest of my life with, if only ONE of them would have had me & let me continue to be known by him & wouldve let himself continue to be found by me. But none of these so-called men would even give me a fighting chance to prove it to them. Not when it was all said & done anyway & not once the novelty (for them, but never for me) wore off. I tip my hat to Peter Wolf for seeing a womans pain, angst & incurable wound men who are here today, gone tomorrow can all too easily & readily inflict!
Posted on: Fri, 02 Jan 2015 16:29:02 +0000
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