My Talking Head

May 16, 2006  Tuesday

My talking head has so much to say, but I am not ready to listen to it.  Surprises may abound.  Hopefully I will begin with whispers to my ears, breaking all the ice as to what may be rattling around.

I am quiet, like the first day of in a new school, feeling out the strange new world and faces.  All this old seems frighteningly new in a way, like a hole you could never see to the bottom of anyway was made much, much deeper in the night.  I guess this really was all more than a rumor…

I’m listening to some of my newest burned music, the last one I made it your house as you cooked steak.  All my distractions will serve well, but at the moment they feel about as wanted as gifts from am inattentive parent: the thought is nice but you’d rather have something more intimate. I have become entranced by the Talking Heads, who I knew nothing about a few days.  I have been replaying the four I have, and plan on buying a CD or two of theirs when I reach Europe.  This song, called “This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody)”  sums it up perfectly:

Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me round
I feel numb – born with a weak heart
I guess I must be having fun
The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground
Head in the sky
It’s ok I know nothing’s wrong… nothing

Hi yo I got plenty of time
Hi yo you got light in your eyes
And you’re standing here beside me
I love the passing of time
Never for money
Always for love
Cover up and say goodnight… say good night

Home – is where I want to be
But I guess I’m already there
I come home – she lifted up her wings
I guess that this must be the place
I can’t tell one from another
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time
Before we were born
If someone asks, this where I’ll be… where I’ll be

Hi yo
We drift in and out
Hi yo
Sing into my mouth
Out of all those kinds of people
You got a face with a view
I’m just an animal looking for a home and,
Share the same space for a minute or two
And you love me till my heart stops
Love me till I’m dead
Eyes that light up, eyes look through you
Cover up the blank spots
Hit me on the head
Ah ooh

It is the first night, and I am obviously feeling my way, keeping balanced until I can better access exactly what this is all about.  I’m not ready to begin a countdown yet, but tonight I’d rather be in the City of Brotherly Love.

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