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Warning: This is definitely one of those entries where I write stuff in LiveJournal specifically so that I don't annoy the people around me by sharing my rambling thoughts. In fact, I'ma go ahead and put this baby behind a cut. Proceed with caution.
So this is the sort of crap that swirls around my head when I'm trying to revise. I had a snippet of song lyrics stuck in my head, and when I looked them up to stop the repetition (it usually works), I got distracted by looking at other lyrics, and started thinking about how and why songs mean things to people. Most people, I'm assuming, like certain songs because they can relate somehow to some of the lyrics (or just enjoy the tune, but that's a different story). But there are some songs I like that I really don't relate to at all. So then I started analysing how closely my life fits the song that happened to be in my head at the moment I had the thought: "Willin'"
And I've been from Tucson to Tucumcari
Tehachapi to Tonopah
Driven every kind of rig that's ever been made
Driven the backroads so I wouldn't get weighed
And if you give me weed, whites and wine
And you show me a sign
And I'll be willin' to be movin'
I've never been to any of those cities--I've never even heard of them outside that song, except for Tucson. I can't even drive a car, and when I'm a passenger on the backroads, it's usually because the backroads are all there are in a given area, or else to avoid traffic or, occasionally, for the scenery. I'm not entirely sure what 'whites' are (cocaine?), but I've never had them. And while I enjoy weed and wine, they've never made me a jot more willin' to be movin' anywhere.
So the answer is, not at all. I have no idea what possessed me to write that down. Maybe having it on the screen and out of my head will allow me to concentrate on History articles. I hope for your sake you didn't actually read it, anyway.
So this is the sort of crap that swirls around my head when I'm trying to revise. I had a snippet of song lyrics stuck in my head, and when I looked them up to stop the repetition (it usually works), I got distracted by looking at other lyrics, and started thinking about how and why songs mean things to people. Most people, I'm assuming, like certain songs because they can relate somehow to some of the lyrics (or just enjoy the tune, but that's a different story). But there are some songs I like that I really don't relate to at all. So then I started analysing how closely my life fits the song that happened to be in my head at the moment I had the thought: "Willin'"
And I've been from Tucson to Tucumcari
Tehachapi to Tonopah
Driven every kind of rig that's ever been made
Driven the backroads so I wouldn't get weighed
And if you give me weed, whites and wine
And you show me a sign
And I'll be willin' to be movin'
I've never been to any of those cities--I've never even heard of them outside that song, except for Tucson. I can't even drive a car, and when I'm a passenger on the backroads, it's usually because the backroads are all there are in a given area, or else to avoid traffic or, occasionally, for the scenery. I'm not entirely sure what 'whites' are (cocaine?), but I've never had them. And while I enjoy weed and wine, they've never made me a jot more willin' to be movin' anywhere.
So the answer is, not at all. I have no idea what possessed me to write that down. Maybe having it on the screen and out of my head will allow me to concentrate on History articles. I hope for your sake you didn't actually read it, anyway.
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Date: 2007-01-12 08:42 pm (UTC)... and rambling is good. I definitely do it. Just about everybody does it. It clears the energies, it sorts out your thoughts, and can even make you realize something about yourself. Ramble away!
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