the one you really love

I very recently swore off television. Not 100%. If I am looking forward to watching something, I will watch it, but I'm not going to just sit and watch tv because I've got time on my hands. But I am a person who loves background noise. So, now, when I get home from work, I put on music.

I aways forget about Pandora. Mostly, I make playlists from my iTunes library. Pandora is a little too all over the place for me (that's not at all true; that sounds better than saying the real reason, which is, I am a control freak and I like to know what I am going to hear next.) But the thing is, when you only listen to your own music from your own library (or cd collection for those of you who still listen to cds), you never hear anything new. So, the other day, I was feeling a little wild and daring and I put Pandora on. I put it on the Magnetic Fields station. I love that song, All My Little Words. It's really sad and beautiful. So, I'm listening to the station and it's playing all this music that's good. I'm liking it, but then...

A song comes on that stops me. I loved this song. So, since I heard this song, I've been slightly obsessed with it, which is how I am with songs that I love- I become slightly obsessed. On occasion, I've become full-blown obsessed and listened to a song that I loved over and over and over and never got sick of it. So, this song that I'm just now discovering and that I am slightly obsessing over is called The One You Really Love and it, too, is sad and beautiful. And it reminds me of love at its most painful. Ugh. But it hurts right in that spot, that spot that reminds you that you are alive, you can experience feeling emotions and love and heartache, and although it hurts like a batshit crazy mother fucker, it's better to love and feel and heal than not to experience this experience at its fullest at all.

Here are the lyrics:

I do believe our love's in danger- I might aas well be loving air
You look at me like I'm a stranger- You look at me like I'm not there
I gaze into your eyes of blue but their beauty is not for mee
You're thinking on someone who's gone- You're dreaming of the one you really love
I made you mine, or so it seemed- Though he is dead, he haunts your dreams
I might as well be two feet tall- You never will love me at all...
You're dreaming of the corpse you really love

So short and so poignant. What the fuck?

WATCH AND LISTEN.