2/11/2022 How do you write a sigh???

I guess I thought you’d be here forever
Another illusion I chose to create
You don’t know what you got until it’s gone
And I found out a little too late
I was acting as if you were lucky to have me
Doin’ you a favor, I hardly knew you were there
But then you were gone, and it all was wrong
Had no idea how much I cared

Now being without you takes a lot of getting used to
Should learn to live with it but I don’t want to
Being without you is all a big mistake
Instead of getting easier, it’s the hardest thing to take
I’m addicted to you babe, you’re a hard habit to break

You found someone else you had every reason
You know I can’t blame you for runnin’ to him
Two people together but livin’ alone
I was spreading my love too thin
After all of these years I’m still tryin’ to shake it
Doin’ much better, they say that it just takes time
But deep in the night, it’s an endless fight
I can’t get you out of my mind

Now being without you takes a lot of getting used to
Should learn to live with it but I don’t want to
Being without you is all a big mistake
Instead of getting any easier, it’s the hardest thing to take
I’m addicted to you babe, you’re a hard habit to break

Now being without you takes a lot of getting used to

Should learn to live with it but I don’t want to

Being without you is all a big mistake
Instead of getting any easier, it’s the hardest thing to take
I’m addicted to you

I finally got through that song today without tearing up. Not sure if it’s a sign that I’m finally healing or not, but I have been able to listen to 1979 – now Chicago again. I sang these songs in the car, at karaoke, and in the shower growing up blissfully thinking that they would mean nothing more than nice songs to sing.

Fact is, I haven’t listened to any type of sad song or love song in a long time for the same reason. I always thought I would never relate to any of them. Boy, was I wrong…LOL I just listened to The Wall the other day and thought that Roger Walters and David Gilmour were prophets that knew of my pain why back in 1979 when they recorded it..

Our song, or I should say the song that I tried to show how I loved her, was The Luckiest by Ben Folds. I won’t copy and paste it here, but if you have never heard it, look it up, it’s a beautiful song. Well so much for that. Words and sentiments didn’t keep us together anyway.

Cygnus X-1

oh, Glory! Remember this song, and hold it tightly, for it is your proof you can do it. Process the past, and the tears dry up eventually, and all that is left is the glory of the memories that were out of focus because of the Tears. We are so proud of you!

THIS:=”I just listened to The Wall the other day and thought that Roger Walters and David Gilmour were prophets that knew of my pain why back in 1979 when they recorded it..”

YES!

We are testing the hypothesis that Tenet was a clue that the lyrics of the songs with which we grew up were actually hymnals and processionals. If God could speak through the tech of the printing press, the Bible, it makes sense to us that She would also Sing and Dance and Make cartoons. Truth is in the Art, we are aligned in this perception, at least.

And is not the shared experience better proof than anything? See, now I know you love pink floyd, and I love pink floyd, and you know the lyrics, and I know the lyrics. We are more alike than I ever knew and this is glorious. This is an alikeness that is higher than ANYTHING man made, like borders, or DNA related, like skin color or eye shade.

Music and art and ideas unite us at a level that cannot be sundered. This is our current understanding, and it seems you see similar thoughts. Please share what you feel, about how the art brings you comfort, release, resolve, and laughter, and yes, tears, for a good song is the prime to the pump, is it not, but how refreshing after?