Another interesting, but much more poignant problem set for the faithful, this time by Ian Curtis:
19 years...
"When routine bites hard
And ambitions are low
And resentment rides high
But emotions won't grow
And we're changing our ways
Taking different roads
Then love, love will tear us apart again,
Love will tear us apart again
Why is the bedroom so cold?
You've turned away on your side
Is my timing that flawed
Our respect run so dry?
Yet there's still this appeal
That we've kept through our lives
Love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again
You cry out in your sleep
All my failings exposed
And there's a taste in my mouth
As desperation takes hold
Just that something so good
Just can't function no more
But love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again"
Of course it will, as it should...
Last Monday as I was on the way back to work from an errand, I saw a girl I recognised walking down the pavement towards me. I don't really know her that well; she's basically one of those people I say hello to and occasionally enjoy passing the time of day with in the shop. She seemed very much in a world of her own and would have walked right past me if I hadn't waved at her; at which point she stopped and stared at me with a haunted, puzzled expression on her face and then started crying...
...I know that look too well...
...and I did what I would have wanted someone else to do if it had been me; tried, as gently as I could, to find out what the matter was (as if I didn't know) and then put my arms round her. I would have prefered to make sure she was properly o.k. but unfortunately I had to leave it at that so I wouldn't be missed at my suddenly unimportant seeming job. Regrettably common humanity would not have been seen as a good enough excuse for being late. Of course I'm wondering about her now; and left to ponder also why it often seems to be the gentlest, kindest people who suffer the aching, desperate bite of that bastard Black Dog.
Answers on a postcard please - especially you, God.
Love to everyone...
19 years...
"When routine bites hard
And ambitions are low
And resentment rides high
But emotions won't grow
And we're changing our ways
Taking different roads
Then love, love will tear us apart again,
Love will tear us apart again
Why is the bedroom so cold?
You've turned away on your side
Is my timing that flawed
Our respect run so dry?
Yet there's still this appeal
That we've kept through our lives
Love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again
You cry out in your sleep
All my failings exposed
And there's a taste in my mouth
As desperation takes hold
Just that something so good
Just can't function no more
But love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again"
Of course it will, as it should...
Last Monday as I was on the way back to work from an errand, I saw a girl I recognised walking down the pavement towards me. I don't really know her that well; she's basically one of those people I say hello to and occasionally enjoy passing the time of day with in the shop. She seemed very much in a world of her own and would have walked right past me if I hadn't waved at her; at which point she stopped and stared at me with a haunted, puzzled expression on her face and then started crying...
...I know that look too well...
...and I did what I would have wanted someone else to do if it had been me; tried, as gently as I could, to find out what the matter was (as if I didn't know) and then put my arms round her. I would have prefered to make sure she was properly o.k. but unfortunately I had to leave it at that so I wouldn't be missed at my suddenly unimportant seeming job. Regrettably common humanity would not have been seen as a good enough excuse for being late. Of course I'm wondering about her now; and left to ponder also why it often seems to be the gentlest, kindest people who suffer the aching, desperate bite of that bastard Black Dog.
Answers on a postcard please - especially you, God.
Love to everyone...
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hmm...yah - me too. sowweeeeee. hehe - but i never cry at stuff like that!! i felt awful, like i just couldn't cope with anything!! but everythings good now - just got in from work. i small and my feet hurt but my eyes are better and my cheeks look all rosy tonight, which is always good!! haha
xxx