Tempest fugit

Nothing original to say, or feel, or think... but I got trapped in my teenage self, reliving the lives past, envisioning the lives future. I had a throbbing headache last night (still do), and every fiber of my body hurt, so fumbling through my closet in a darkened room, I stumbled upon concert t-shirt #513 from the Swamp Ophelia tour. Funny I don't make it to concerts much anymore, I don't feel the same excitement that I used to, if I hear music, it is almost entirely in my head, slipping out when I am in the car, supposed to be having a conversation of consequence, while my eyes flit across the horizon. Searching.

But as I slipped the too-long T over my head I remembered why I never wear it - it has a strange scratchy texture that rubs nipples raw, even through cloth - but since everything already hurt, what was a little more pain, right?

So these lyrics also didn't make the A-list, only because they don't fit, but I was definitely listening to them then:

I’m harboring a fugitive
Defector of a kind
And she lives in my soul
Drinks of my wine
And I’d give my last breath
To keep us alive

Are they coming for us
With cameras or guns
We don’t know which
But we gotta run
And you say this is not
What I bargained for

So hide yourself for me
All for me

We swore to ourselves
We’d go to the end of the world
But I got caught up in the whirl
And the twirl of it all
A day in the sun
Dancing alone
Baby I’m so sorry

Now it’s coming to you
The lessons I’ve learned
Won’t do you any good
You’ve got to get burned
Well the curse and the blessing
They’re one in the same
Baby it’s all
Such a treacherous gain

Hide yourself for me
I said hide yourself for me
All for me

I stood without clothes
Danced in the sand
I was aching with freedom
And kissing the damned
I said remember this
As how it should be

Oh baby I said
It’s all in our hands
Got to learn to respect
What we don’t understand
We are fortunate ones
Fortunate ones
I swear

Hide yourself for me
I will hide myself for you
All for you
(I will hide)
All for you
(myself for you)
I will hide myself for you
All for you

I stood without clothes
I danced in the sand
I was aching with freedom
Kissing the damned
I said remember this
Is how it should be
---Indigo Girls

So what if I haven't bought another album since 1997 or listened to them much after that? All music serves some purpose, if only to remember who we are.