Monday, March 10, 2008

Mitts Down, for now

Willing Exile: Acts in Prose

I'm posting a song that has among the best hooks in pop music - "Until I Hear It From You" by the Gin Blossoms from the soundtrack of the 1995 movie "Empire Records." The movie is significant to me because there were two smokin' hot babes in it, namely Liv Tyler and Renee Zellweger (really slutty in this piece, but she fit the bill well, plus Robin Tunney, but no-uh) many of the movie's themes --- asserting one's identity, keeping it real through the music, encapsulated my state of mind.

UNTIL I HEAR IT FROM YOU
Robin Wilson / Jesse Valenzuela / Marshall Crenshaw

I didn't ask
They shouldn't have told me.
At first I laughed, but now
It's sinking in fast
Whatever they've sold me.

Well, baby ---
I don't want to take advice from fools.
I'll just figure everything is cool
Until I hear it from you.(...hear it from you)

It gets hard -
The memory's faded.
Who gets what they say
?It's likely they're just jealous and jaded.

Well, maybe . . .
I don't want to take advice from fools.
I'll just figure everything is cool
Until I hear it from you.(...hear it from you)
Until I hear it from you.(...hear it from you)

I can't let it get me off
Or break up my train of thought.
As far as I know nothing's wrong
Until I hear it from you.

Still thinking about not living without it.
Outside looking in.
Still talking about not stepping around it.

Maybe . . .

I don't want to take advice from fools
I'll just figure everything is cool
Until I hear it from you . . .(. . . hear it from you)
Until I hear it from you . . .(. . . hear it from you)
Until I hear it from you . . .(. . . hear it from you)
Till I hear it from yo-ou

(Won't take advice from fools)
(I'll figure everything is cool.)



I guess for now I don't have to struggle until I hear the news FOR REAL --- apparently the memorandum that I'm a Grade-A jerk making the rounds hasn't gotten to me yet. Oh well, it's not so much as its truth would hurt me, but that I'll start believing it myself.

So mitts down, for now, and if that knockout punch comes... well, OUCH!

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