Seven Days in Sunny June
June 7th, 2006 by bumbelina-7(the content of this blogpost is what I REALLY wanted to write for the newsletter)
I am a big fan of Jamiroquai’s first album. Seven Days in Sunny June is from their second (or is it third?) album. It sounds different from their songs on the first album. This one’s “groovier”. It sounds so happy…makes me want to dance (even if I don’t know how). Another reason why I love this song is because of its title–my ex significant other’s birthday falls on June 7 (you know—seven, June…uh, so there).
I’ve been thinking about my soulmate a lot lately. She’s been having a couple of really bad (and I mean REALLY bad!) days. I’ve been trying to come up with stuff to make her feel better, to make her smile–but somehow she just can’t get out of that really sticky web she’s caught in right now. My soulmate is a rainlover. She makes these rain wishes and she just loves those downpours. But lately, even the rain can’t lift her spirits up.
You know that Reo Speedwagon song, “In My Dreams”? Well, the first line of the song goes “there was a time sometime ago when every sunrise meant a sunny day.” The song’s right, you know–that was sometime ago, that was before–because nowadays, people are so cynical, so morose–people don’t have sunny days anymore
I don’t know where this article is going…I just felt the need to write–to think out loud…I should probably shut up now and just end this piece with some lovely quotable quotes I got from different sources. And to my soulmate–“Life has meaning only in the struggle. Triumph or defeat is in the hands of the gods. So let us celebrate the struggle.” When you stop fighting, you stop living. We all need that thing that’s worth fighting for–in this case, fight for your “life” soulmate!
“But now we speak with ruined tongues and the words we say aren’t meant for anyone, it’s just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance but there was once you. You said you hate my suffering and you understood and you’d take care of me. You’d always be there, well, where are you now?” (Haligh, Haligh, A Lie by Bright Eyes)
“My friend who sleeps on my lap loves someone else…we argue until he grows tired of talking and sleeps on my lap on this chilly night. And I sigh, knowing he loves someone else but still sleeps gently on my lap, innocent, not knowing that I am here slaughtering one wicked wish that when he wakes up I shall be his dream.” (He Who Sleeps On My Lap by Ronald Baytan)
“I’m starting to fashion an idea in my head where I would impress you with every single word I said. Would come out insightful or brave or smooth or charming and you’d want to call me and I would be there every time you’d need me. I’d be there every time…but for now I’ll look so longingly waiting…for you to want me, for you to need me, for you to notice me.” (For You To Notice by Dashboard Confessional)
"How’s your sunset? Mine’s beautiful. I wish you were here to share it with me." (The Lake House)
Sayonara.