Lyrics – Across the universe – The Beatles
I can’t believe I’m hearing this same old tune again. How long has it been, like twenty-some years? Is this what it’s like being old now? My, how I’ve grown… into something no less different. Blank eyed and coming of age, sitting in the car and looking out the car windshield; I once watched my self being somewhere far away from this place.
Here I am, miles and miles away, across the seven seas, years and years down the road
Surrounded by dust and glitter under the eastern sunlight
Finding pieces of myself that my feeble arms have tried to hold together for so long.
How weird, to be hearing some same old tune
That I would’ve never chosen.
Sitting on your lap, looking at the ocean
You hold a drink in one hand, and my swimsuit’s back strap with the other
You gaze, kindly at the sea
Making me beg that it be me
Driving through the highway
Piercing through storms… charging our way
Your silluette before I; rocking between my half closed eyes
The backdrop, a black wall sky
Behind you, I
You’re an artist
And thus, I automatically hate you
We repel each other
I hate your standard of beauty
I hate mine
We created this falsehood
And we can never escape it
You’re fake, feeble, vacant, mediocre, arrogant, callous, pathetic and vile
I love you
He takes the lead and holds you in his strong arms, reassuringly
He is sea god
You trust completely and let go
while dancing with water
If it were up to me, I wouldn’t care. I wouldn’t smile. I wouldn’t talk much. I’d be sitting by the beach all day, writing, quenching thirst with juice in the other hand. Bare skinned and in a swimsuit, lounging and dipping into the smelting hot golden sand. Letting my skin bake into the brownest that it could possibly get. If it were up to me, I’d have coconut oil in my hair soaking into each strand hungrily. Squinting my eyes and looking up, I’d watch the movement of the sun all day as it glides across the sky from east to west, or up and down… whatever it is that it does. Time would go as slow as it possibly could go. I’d stare into the face of the distant horizon, thoughtless and unafraid. If it were up to me, I’d have an ardent romance and risk it all. I’d twirl in trance to the staccato echoes of the sea, aimlessly.