19 thoughts on “Songs!

    1. While the memories of the lynchpin event girlfriend are haunting in the bad way, the ghost that haunts me in a good way is that of Lisa. (I talked about her here and here and, unfortunately, here and here.)

      Here’s the song that always makes me think of her. Sigh.

      But I would prefer to not be haunted.Report

  1. The person I want to forget is the version of me that thought it was a good idea to buy a Bobby Goldsboro album based on hearing this song on the radio. It’s not that it’s so terrible, but it’s just not really me. Sometimes you have to find that out the hard way.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-crFnam9rEReport

  2. I wrote a whole post about this very topic once.

    Sometimes when you can’t forget someone whether or not you’d prefer to, it’s not the worst thing to listen to songs that remind you of them. At least then there’s a reason outside your own head (kindasorta) why they keep coming to mind.

    here’s the associated song. (one of many, but this is the strongest association, and the one I wrote about.)

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=azh8b_cTdA0Report

  3. I can’t really think of anyone I particularly want to forget (maybe I succeeded!), but here’s a fun song along those thematic lines, Haruhi Aisou’s 1983 “At a Coffee House.” Aisou is a woman, but the song is sung from the perspective of a young man who’s just been given some “It’s not you, it’s me” bullshit and is trying to make sense of it.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xiCyqAZpdhwReport

    1. Quick translation:

      At the next table, poking at their pies,
      Some girls are debating whether the wind has color.

      As for me, I’ve just been dumped.
      Searching for reasons, my heart is heavy,
      As I gaze wistfully out the window from my usual booth.

      Chorus:
      “I’ve lost the kindness that made you love me.”
      The kindness to accept such excuses without protest
      Has become a heavy burden indeed.

      At the counter, a man suddenly declares that he’s tired of living,
      And the proprietress rolls her eyes.

      As for me, I still can’t let go,
      Turning memories over in my mind.
      On the canvas of my heart,
      I sketch her nymph-like figure.

      Chorus x2Report

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