Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Only a few years too late
Once upon a time in college, Kate and Julie made up their own version of those ubiquitous e-mail surveys that we spent so much time filling out freshman year. One of the questions on the survey was, “What song do you wish was written about you?” At the time, I didn’t really have an answer. But now, years later, after everyone else has long forgotten about the survey and no one really cares anymore, I finally know what that song is. (And I’m going to share it with you now whether you like it or not.)
The song of which I speak is Jeff Buckley’s “Lover, You Should’ve Come Over.” And I know I can’t be alone in wishing it had been written about me. I mean, what girl wouldn’t want to be the one to inspire lyrics as delicious as these?
It’s never over/My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It’s never over/All my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her
It’s never over/All my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It’s never over/She’s the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
Sigh. If only Jeff Buckley were still alive. Because, you know, the fact that he’s dead is obviously the only reason he’s not writing songs like this about me.
Once upon a time in college, Kate and Julie made up their own version of those ubiquitous e-mail surveys that we spent so much time filling out freshman year. One of the questions on the survey was, “What song do you wish was written about you?” At the time, I didn’t really have an answer. But now, years later, after everyone else has long forgotten about the survey and no one really cares anymore, I finally know what that song is. (And I’m going to share it with you now whether you like it or not.)
The song of which I speak is Jeff Buckley’s “Lover, You Should’ve Come Over.” And I know I can’t be alone in wishing it had been written about me. I mean, what girl wouldn’t want to be the one to inspire lyrics as delicious as these?
It’s never over/My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It’s never over/All my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her
It’s never over/All my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It’s never over/She’s the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
Sigh. If only Jeff Buckley were still alive. Because, you know, the fact that he’s dead is obviously the only reason he’s not writing songs like this about me.
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