Hiding in the Backwaters Just one more blog on the net.

My media player hates me.

Here's another blast from the past. I used to listen to this one over and over. It was cathartic. It helped me feel like someone out there could relate. It's interesting how the human mind filters and applies various contexts on the fly. For example,

No one heard
No one came
No angel of mercy
Appears to know her name

This piece of the song I took quite literally. No one seemed to hear my prayers. No one came. There was no angel of mercy coming to "rescue" me from my attractions. On the other hand:

And she sees her future falling
Til it finds the ocean floor
Oh life, she cries
There must be more

I knew this was probably talking about suicide, but while I often wished my life was over acting on that wish was never really in the picture for me. Still, something about the imagery of a future lost in darkness and oblivion spoke to me. It was just a metaphor.

On the dock her soul is sinking
But her spirit longs to soar
Oh life, she cries
There must be more

Another part I related to personally and more literally.

Sometimes, it's nice to be able to listen to a song and know that you don't feel that way anymore.