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Lyrics for Thursday


Waiting For My Real Life To Begin
By Colin Hay


Any minute now, my ship is coming in
I'll keep checking the horizon
And I'll stand on the bow, feel the waves come crashing
Come crashing down down down on me
And you say be still my love
Open up your heart
Let the light shine in
But don't you understand
I already have a plan
I'm waiting for my real life to begin.
When I woke today suddenly nothing happened
But in my dreams I slew the dragon
And down this beaten path and up this cobbled lane
I'm walking in my old footsteps once again
And you say just be here now
Forget about the past, your mask is wearing thin
Just let me throw one more dice
I know that I can win
I'm waiting for my real life to begin.
Any minute now, my ship is coming in
I'll keep checking the horizon
And I'll check my machine, there's sure to be that call
It's gonna happen soon, soon, soon
It's just that times are lean
And you say be still my love
Open up your heart
Let the light shine in
Don't you understand
I already have a plan
I'm waiting for my real life to begin.


For the next 24 hours I am allowed to wallow in schmoopy Dawson's Creek nostalgia and no one is allowed to call me a loser. If I am still wallowing after that time, everyone should call me a loser. But nicely. *g*

I discovered post-Men at Work Colin Hay's "Waiting For My Real Life To Begin" because of DC. Also, Beth Nielsen Chapman's "Seven Shades of Blue", and Mary Beth's "Hold On", and Billie Myers' "Kiss the Rain", and Shawn Colvin's "I Never Saw Blue Like That", and Amy Cook's "Windows", and Five For Fighting's "Superman", and Jann Arden's "Sleepless", and I think I shall stop embarrassing myself now. Really if the only thing Dawson ever did for me was introduce me to Beth Nielsen Chapman, that would be enough reason to love the show forever. But I also carry around a mental image of the creek surrounded by summer greenery in late afternoon light, with Eva Cassidy's version of "Fields of Gold" playing, and that is a very lovely thing.

I'm done. Back to your regularly scheduled programming in the morning.
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