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It's probably my own history of fragmented wandering, socialising and cracked relationships, but somehow this one was the most touching to me so far.

I'm reminded (probably because of circumstances in my own life) of a fragment of a song...


She took off a silver locket, she said remember me by this.
She put her hand in my pocket, I got a keepsake and a kiss.
And in the roar of dust and diesel, I stood and watched her walk away.
I could have caught up with her easy enough, but something must have made me stay.

And the big wheel keep on turning, neon burning, up above.
And I'm high on the world.
Come on and take a low ride with me girl
On the tunnel of love

And now I'm searching through these carousels and the carnival arcades.
Searching everywhere from Steeplechase to Palisades.
In any shooting gallery where promises are made.
To rockaway rockaway, from Cullercoats and Whitley Bay, out to rockaway.

And girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did
Like the spanish city to me when we where kids
Girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did
Like the spanish city to me when we where kids

by Metatone (metatone [a|t] gmail (dot) com) on Thu Mar 12th, 2009 at 12:13:33 PM EST
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Although this is a pretty well known song, it links back to a pretty strong memory for me, too.

As kcurie used to say (where's that geezer nowadays?), we really should meet one day.

by Nomad (Bjinse) on Fri Mar 13th, 2009 at 05:51:57 AM EST
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I still harbour ambitions of visiting SA one day, but I think it's on the backburner until my income improves...

Next time you're in Europe, let's organise a mini-ET-NL meet as I can always find an excuse to go that way...

by Metatone (metatone [a|t] gmail (dot) com) on Fri Mar 13th, 2009 at 08:56:31 AM EST
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