I went out walkin'
Through streets paved with gold
Lifted some stones --
Saw the skin and bones
Of a city without a soul
I went out walkin'
Under an atomic sky
Where the ground won't turn
And the rain it burns
Like the tears when I said, "Goodbye"
Yeah I went with nothing --
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering
I went drifting
Through the capitals of tin
Where men can't walk
Or freely talk
And sons turn their fathers in
I stopped outside a church house
Where the citizens like to sit
They say they want the Kingdom,
But they don't want God in it
I went out ridin'
Down that old eight lane
I passed by a thousand signs
Lookin' for my own name
I went with nothing,
But the thought you'd be there too --
Lookin' for you
I went out there
In search of experience
To taste and to touch
And to feel as much
As a man can
Before he repents
I went out searching
Looking for one good man
A spirit who would not bend or break,
Who would sit at his father's right hand
I went out walking
With a Bible and a gun
The Word of God lay heavy on my heart
I was sure I was the one
Now Jesus, don't you wait up
Jesus, I'll be home soon
Yeah I went out for the papers
Told her I'd be back by noon
Yeah I left with nothin',
But the thought you'd be there too --
Looking for you.
Yeah I left with nothin' --
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering
As for the tears, mine started in the shuttle away from the Westin where
Katie had booked a room for the night. I was sniffling all through the
sirport and the plane, b but I told myself that I'd be the world's biggest
dork if I relented and started crying again. It almost worked. :-)
Karen, thank you for your coherent and eloquent post today - I knew that I
didn't want to post my whole concert experience to Wire, but I couldn't sit
by and watch them dismiss it. . .just because every wireling and their
mother were not in attendance.
That five-hour plane ride was the longest I've had yet - then I came home
and I just wasn't tired until around 8 this morning. slept until 3. Now I
really have no excuse not to enter the real world. . .And I know that I
have a lot of people to talk to before I go back to school on Sunday.
Wirelings, friends, friends that are wirelings. . .and all I want to do is
detox, so to speak.
Where's my house in the south of France? :-)
I need to do some U2 shopping. It's the only thing that will keep me sane
(unfortunately, it's also the only thing that will keep me in popdebt). In
paris, K and I dropped by the Champs-Elysees (you know, as we do), went
into the Virgin Megastore, and looked at the "import" U.S. singles, the
japanese imports, the regular CDs which had cute little stickers on them,
and the singles (I got Mission:Impossible from Germany, WGRYWH, the EBRRRT
remixes and. . .something else? Oh, the MW single).
Coming out of the subway station, we walked almost right into the Arc de
Triomphe. If that doesn't say something. . .:-) Also went to le Hard Rock
de Paris <g>, and got them to play some U2 (only 3 songs, though).
So here I am, back in Los Angeles - which is one good thing. There are 3
things that will always remind me of U2, because they were around last year
when this sick obsession began: spring in Chicago, summer in Los Angeles
(first concert, first shopping, first a lot of things), and my room (which
I came back to in the summer, just as my obsession was hitting its peak,
and I remodeled the whole thing and got a new carpet, so - well - it just
does).
I think I'm going to go out and feel sunlight on my face.
-Dana
I miss you all so much. . .and I miss them. . .and I miss the lemon. . .and
the crowds, and the constant excitement. . .and the expectation of new and
shiny things.