WAITING TO GET OUT OF OTHER PEOPLES BRUISING DREAMS ______ Snowbird (sung by Anne Murray) This song, although I was very young, was like a pretty song by the pretty lady telling me I was not the only one asking the little snowbird take me with you when you go, to that land of gentle breezes where the peaceful waters flow. DId this presage my very happy eleven or twelve years in Los Angeles? Possibly, but I was unconscious of that fact, if so. I was not a surfer or anything, nor did most people I know. Metaphorical gentle breezes in some way, to a degree? Undoubtedly. . . . . .I did not hear or simply did not understand the words about a lover untrue since I had never had such a thing, and even now I skip over those secondary lyrics, although perhaps I look over my shoulder at my marriage less as untrue as it was unsuccessful. But its combination of longing, with a cheerful optimistic melody helped me wait. Just as I wait now, once again imprisoned by family in a situation I do not like, waiting once more for a land of gentle breezes where the peaceful waters flow. This is kind of embarrassingly saccharine to admit, but I figure the more people realize the truth of my situation, the sooner it will become untenable to maintain the big untruths about me. I had about a half dozen of these help-me-through-the dark-night songs back then and I am trying to remember them for a possible essay. Nowadays classical music pieces and certain books more likely serve the function, but listening to some of these has reminded me they often remain an anodyne as well. https://youtube/watch?v=c2VYP0FCAUE I kind of like the crummy television images, as if my own memory was long ago and like a clear but scratched image, just as the sound remains clear.
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