Meme-age – gacked from Mylodon

Day one (today!): a song
Day two: a picture
Day three: a book/ebook/fanfic
Day four: a site
Day five: a youtube clip
Day six: a quote
Day seven: whatever tickles your fancy

Very difficult one today, to choose a song.  I adore classical and have that playing most days, and I’m a Bowie-aholic and love listening to that when I’m not doing anything else, because I think it needs concentrating to… but this particular thing has had me in its clutches for months now.  A song needs to break my heart, or to have me punching the air with aggressive affirmation.  This does both, in a way, although I am usually sobbing too much much punch very hard.

It says so much to me, about love, and the fear of loss, the beginning or the reinvention of a relationship, about commitment and working at it.  About love, and marriage for all.

Here are the lyrics.  They make me cry every time.

I don’t want to ride this roller coaster
I think I want to get off
But they buckled me down
Like it’s the end of the world
If you don’t want to have this conversation
Then you better get out
Cause we’re climbing to our death
At least that’s what they want you to think
Just in case we jump the track
I have a confession to make
It’s something like a cork screw

I don’t wanna fall, I don’t wanna fly
I don’t wanna be dangled over
The edge of a dying romance
But I don’t wanna stop
I don’t wanna lie
I don’t wanna believe it’s over
I just wanna stay with you tonight

I didn’t mean to scream out quite so loudly
When we screeched to a halt
I’m just never prepared
For the end of the ride
Maybe we should get on something simpler
Like a giant balloon
But I’ve got two tickets left, and so do you
Instead of giving them away to some stranger
Let’s make them count, come on
Let’s get back in line again and ride the big one

Don’t you want to fall, don’t you want to fly
Don’t you want to be dangled over
The edge of this aching romance
If it’s gonna end, then I wanna know
That we squeezed out every moment
But if there’s nothing left can you tell me why
That it is you’re holding onto me
Like it’s the end of the world

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