by something_ » Sun Nov 24, 2013 4:44 pm
I don't know if I have aspergers but I think it is very likely (speaking to the doctor about it tomorrow), anyway this is my favourite song of all time and has been for the past ten years
A Song to Pass the Time by Bright Eyes
There is a middle-aged woman dragging her feet
She carries baskets of clothes to a laundromat
While the Mexican children kick rocks into the street
And they laugh in a language I don’t understand
But I love them
Why do I love them?
So the neighborhood is dimming as I smoke on the porch
And watch the people as they pass enclosed inside their cars
And on their faces, just anger or disappointment
I start wishing there was something I could offer them
A consolation, what could I offer them?
When they are sad in their suburbs, robots water the lawn
And everything they touch gets dusted spotless
So they start to believe that they haven’t touched anything at all
While the cars in the driveway only multiply
They are lost in their houses
I have heard them sing in the shower and making speeches to their sister on the telephone
Saying, "You come home
Darling, you come here
Don’t stay so far away from me"
This weather has me wanting love more tangible
Something I can hold because it’s getting cold
So let's hold up our fists to the flame in the sky
To block out the light that is reaching for our eyes
Because it would blind us
It will blind us
Now I have locked my actions in the grooves of routine
So I may never be free of this apathy
But I wait for a letter that is coming to me
She sends me pictures of the ocean in an envelope
So there still is hope
Yes, I can be healed
There is someone looking for what I concealed
In my secret drawer, in my pockets deep
You will find the reasons that I can’t sleep
And you will still want me
But will you still want me?
Well, I say come for the week
You can sleep in my bed
And then pass through my life like a dream through my head
It will be easy
I will make it easy
But all I have for the moment is a song to pass the time
A melody to keep me from worrying
Oh, some simple progression to keep my fingers busy
And some words that are sure to come back to me
And they will be laughing
My mediocrity
My mediocrity"
Been reflecting on it in light of my new found suspicion I have aspergers and started to see some connections with it. I've always assumed the language he doesn't understand isn't mexican but laughter and being at ease with people, then the bit about watching people from the porch seems like an outsider wanting to make connection, the blocking out the light from his eyes because he is painful (bit of a stretch that one, no one likes looking at the sun), locking action in the grooves of routine obviously routines are a big thing, alot of generaly anxiety and worry, then the bit about playing some chord progressions to keep his fingers busy I really relate to this, I am pretty much always vaguely playing on a musical instrument when im home I get really restless if I don't do it for awhile, seems to be a way of soothing my fidgetyness.
I'm not saying I think the songwriter has aspergers (think he is too good with language) but I think I might and I interpret the song through my experience and thats why I like it so much.