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Anticipation
Anticipation

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Playing Possum
Playing Possum

Orpheus

25 Nov 09

This is one of my all-time favorite songs, Carly Simon or otherwise.

Orpheus, it could have been
You could have held me again
You said your songs had all gone
And that the road back up was too long
But it was there for us
It was there for us
I loved you all along
Orpheus
The part of me that died
Was ready to be reborn
And you called on the hounds
Of hell with your songs
Orpheus, Orpheus
I loved you all along, Orpheus
Orpheus, It could have been
You could have held me again
But you couldn’t wait
Somewhere along the road
You lost your faith
Out of despair and believing
I was gone
You gave up on my love
You gave up on us
But it was there for us,
It was there for us
I loved you all along
Orpheus

© Carly Simon

Wiki article about Orpheus here

(in order of occurrence, not goodness)

1. Received the results back from my recent blood test; mine cholesterol dropped almost forty points overall since June. My LDL is down almost twenty, all due to the eighteen to twenty-one miles I was walking every week. No medication at all, except niacin because I haven’t been able to afford any prescription cholesterol medicines.

2. I was cut loose from work at 1pm this afternoon for the long weekend. Nice! In related news, I was able to get more done in the five hours I was at work today than I normally get done in a regular eight-hour day because three of my four managers were not in.

3. When I got home, instead of taking a walk, as I’d planned, I crawled into my pajamas and took a three-hour nap. I’m just getting up now and have a pie to bake and some (more) Carly Simon to listen to. Boys in the Trees was my very first Carly Simon album – and indeed, one of the first full albums I remember owning, along with Olivia Newton-John’s Greatest Hits, Volume 2; Whammy by The B-52s, and The Wild Heart by Stevie Nicks. Even as a wee lass, my music was all over the place. Nothing’s changed.

My Auntie Judi bought BITT for me when I was thirteen or so and I listened a hole right into the tape.

Carly Simon!
Carly Simon!

I should have remembered this about Christine McVie’s first solo album: despite how much I love it, I cannot listen to it for long periods of time, for it begins to grate on my nerves after a while. Today is a perfect example. She spun round my iPod through lunchtime and when I returned, the affair had grown frigid and cold and irritating and I turned to Carly Simon to see me through the rest of the day.

I’m not sure how I could have forgotten that, especially considering that I do love it and her voice is magnificent and even more especially because regardless of how much I enjoy music from the 80s, this might be even too 80s for me. That’s not something I say very often, so I’m not sure I grok it in this situation, but, well, yeah. It’s too 80s for me to listen to endlessly.

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