This is how it works
Sep. 17th, 2014 09:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alee_grrlToday was a mixed bag sort of day. I got out of the house for a bit and went and had lunch with a couple of the folks I used to work with. Will need to do another lunch as a half-hour isn't really much time to catch up with anyone. But it was nice to get out of the house. It was also nice to find that at least one of the bookstores in town is still open and to sit and have a nice ice tea and chat with a friend over the phone. Took the longer way home to enjoy the drive and ran a few errands. So that was all nice.
The harder part of the day was that my dad was having a really rough day, and it is very, very hard to see that and know there is little I can do to help.
The interesting thing is that for the past few days I've had Regina Spektor's "On the Radio" stuck in my head. I found this years ago (back when I was still in the Peace Corps) through this spectacular fan-video rec'd by one of my fellow volunteers. That then lead me to the fanfiction that the vid was dedicated to a wonderful work by called Freedom's Just Another Word for Nothing Left To Loose. This fic has become not only one of my favorite fics of all time, but is also far and away one of the best stories I have ever read concerning grief and PTSD.
So I guess it isn't terribly surprising that I have the song stuck in my head.
"On The Radio" is a song performed by Regina Spektor, Written by Donna Summer, Giorgio Moroder, and copyright held by Sweet Summer Night Music, Jastian Music Inc., Rick'S Music Inc., GEMA, WB Music Corp.
"On the Radio"
This is how it works
It feels a little worse
Than when we drove our hearse
Right through that screaming crowd
While laughing up a storm
Until we were just bone
Until it got so warm
That none of us could sleep
And all the styrofoam
Began to melt away
We tried to find some worms
To aid in the decay
But none of them were home
Inside their catacomb
A million ancient bees
Began to sting our knees
While we were on our knees
Praying that disease
Would leave the ones we love
And never come again
On the radio
We heard November Rain
That solo's really long
But it's a pretty song
We listened to it twice
'Cause the DJ was asleep
This is how it works
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath
No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does
You'll just do it all again
And on the radio
You hear November Rain
That solo's awful long
But it's a good refrain
You listen to it twice
'Cause the DJ is asleep
On the radio
(oh oh oh)
On the radio
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio
The harder part of the day was that my dad was having a really rough day, and it is very, very hard to see that and know there is little I can do to help.
The interesting thing is that for the past few days I've had Regina Spektor's "On the Radio" stuck in my head. I found this years ago (back when I was still in the Peace Corps) through this spectacular fan-video rec'd by one of my fellow volunteers. That then lead me to the fanfiction that the vid was dedicated to a wonderful work by called Freedom's Just Another Word for Nothing Left To Loose. This fic has become not only one of my favorite fics of all time, but is also far and away one of the best stories I have ever read concerning grief and PTSD.
So I guess it isn't terribly surprising that I have the song stuck in my head.
"On The Radio" is a song performed by Regina Spektor, Written by Donna Summer, Giorgio Moroder, and copyright held by Sweet Summer Night Music, Jastian Music Inc., Rick'S Music Inc., GEMA, WB Music Corp.
"On the Radio"
This is how it works
It feels a little worse
Than when we drove our hearse
Right through that screaming crowd
While laughing up a storm
Until we were just bone
Until it got so warm
That none of us could sleep
And all the styrofoam
Began to melt away
We tried to find some worms
To aid in the decay
But none of them were home
Inside their catacomb
A million ancient bees
Began to sting our knees
While we were on our knees
Praying that disease
Would leave the ones we love
And never come again
On the radio
We heard November Rain
That solo's really long
But it's a pretty song
We listened to it twice
'Cause the DJ was asleep
This is how it works
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath
No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does
You'll just do it all again
And on the radio
You hear November Rain
That solo's awful long
But it's a good refrain
You listen to it twice
'Cause the DJ is asleep
On the radio
(oh oh oh)
On the radio
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio
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Date: 2014-09-18 12:23 pm (UTC)*gentle hugs* I'm so sorry your father had a hard day, though I'm glad you were able to get out of the house for a bit for a pleasant distraction. Please let me know if you ever need to talk.
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Date: 2014-09-18 04:00 pm (UTC)no words, just *hugs* if you want them.
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Date: 2014-09-18 04:46 pm (UTC)::gentle hugs back:: Thank you.
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Date: 2014-09-18 04:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-09-19 06:10 am (UTC)