See, you and Helen write this sort of thing beautifully, but it's like the one* kind of post I simply cannot do because I'm a repressed, bitter, cynical person. What a good thing the world's not full of Ilyka-clones. You guys rule.

* one, thirty, what's the difference?

I could think of worse things than a world full of Ilyka clones. Just give me a minute. ;-)

One of the songs that does that for me is "Overjoyed" by Stevie Wonder.

I did very much the same thing about a year and a half ago. My boyfriend of two years retired from the Air Force and left. Just LEFT. I was devastated. I was in such a hole, I was taking antidepressants with beer chasers.

I listened to a LOT of different songs during that time -- the biggest hole this ray of sunshine had ever been in -- and this song rotated through the stereo (100 CD changer. heh.)

"And though the odds say improbable
What do they know
For in romance
All true love needs is a chance
And maybe with a chance you will find
You too like I
Overjoyed, over loved, over you, over you"

And whatta ya know? He came to his senses and I'm about to celebrate our first anniversary on the 29th of this month.

Those lyrics still makes me all misty n' shit.

Heh.

Just give me a minute.

Excluding the obvious candidates (a world full of Hitler clones, etc.), I think even at my lowest points I could grant that a world full of George Michael clones would almost certainly be worse.

So Margi likes "Overjoyed" . . . that is a good one. I'm partial to "Ribbon in the Sky," myself. I hear it's popular at weddings, which is normally synonymous to me with "dreadful," but I don't know, it's just sort of simple and beautiful, and not corny like "I Just Called to Say I Love You."

Funnily enough, Ilyka, I threw a shoe (or glass, or clothing, something) in the general direction of the stereo when it came on. I was not in the mood for birds chirping and "la la love" songs at that moment. (Go figure.) It was the lyrics of the song that got me the most.

(P.S. I was listening to Joydrop's "Spiders" with more frequency at that time. Heh. I have very -- um -- eclectic musical tastes. If you want any of those songs I've mentioned, just let me know. I share.)

Actually it only took me a fraction of a second, Ilyka. Right when I typed the period to that sentence the name "Michael Moore" screamed into my forebrain.

Thanks for the props, guys. I am touched, and actually honored that I got comments from all 3 of you.

Truthfull, anyone can write like me, all you need is:

1) repression
2) strange fuckwittage happening in your life
3) the ability to attract every loser within a 3 mile radius-and then date them
4) move to a foreign country

And presto! You get beautiful writing.

You know, I knew Ilyka and I had a lot in common when she mentioned she duct-taped her man's brake lights. Me? I change the summer tires to the winter tires on both cars.

That's why I linked her:)

Now waiting for Margi to hook me up....ooh...

Damn, that story hits close to home. I'm right where you were, right now. I hope I find my song soon.

Good luck, Rick. It's out there, and closer than you think.

(And you can borrow mine for a while if it'll help.)

No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.

Said - said - said: I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in trenchtown,
Oba - obaserving the ’ypocrites
As they would mingle with the good people we meet.
Good friends we have, oh, good friends we’ve lost
Along the way.
In this great future, you can’t forget your past;
So dry your tears, I seh.

No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.
’ere, little darlin’, don’t shed no tears:
No, woman, no cry.

Said - said - said: I remember when-a we used to sit
In the government yard in trenchtown.
And then georgie would make the fire lights,
As it was logwood burnin’ through the nights.
Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,
Of which I’ll share with you;
My feet is my only carriage,
So I’ve got to push on through.
But while I’m gone, I mean:
Everything’s gonna be all right!
Everything’s gonna be all right!
Everything’s gonna be all right!
Everything’s gonna be all right!
I said, everything’s gonna be all right-a!
Everything’s gonna be all right!
Everything’s gonna be all right, now!
Everything’s gonna be all right!

So, woman, no cry;
No - no, woman - woman, no cry.
Woman, little sister, don’t shed no tears;
No, woman, no cry.

I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in trenchtown.
And then georgie would make the fire lights,
As it was logwood burnin’ through the nights.
Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,
Of which I’ll share with you;
My feet is my only carriage,
So I’ve got to push on through.
But while I’m gone:

No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.
Woman, little darlin’, say don’t shed no tears;
No, woman, no cry.

Eh! (little darlin’, don’t shed no tears!
No, woman, no cry.
Little sister, don’t shed no tears!
No, woman, no cry.)

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