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If anyone of you out there heard this song for the first time and THEN understood every single word in it you'd probably feel the same queer sense of strangeness in the song that i felt. It's a catchy ditty, but the words just stab at you.

"I never should have said the books that you read were all I loved you for."

I never really understood the song the whole time that I was hearing it in the old NU107 about 5 or so years ago. Now that I saw it in a friend's blog, I can't help but feel awe.

This, my friends, is poetry.


Here's Where the Story Ends
The Sundays

People I know, places I go,
make me feel tongue-tied
I can see how people look down,
they’re on the inside

Here’s where the story ends

People I see, weary of me
showing my good side
I can see how people look down
I’m on the outside

Here’s where the story ends
Ooh here’s where the story ends

It’s that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
Oh I never should have said, the books that you read
Were all I loved you for
It’s that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes me wonder why
And it’s the memories of your shed that make me turn red
Surprise, surprise, surprise

Crazy I know, places I go
Make me feel so tired
I can see how people look down
I’m on the outside

Oh here’s where the story ends
Ooh here’s where the story ends

It’s that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
And who ever would’ve thought the books that you brought
Were all I loved you for
Oh the devil in me said, go down to the shed
I know where I belong
But the only thing I ever really wanted to say
Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong
It’s that little souvenir of a colourful year
Which makes me smile inside
So I cynically, cynically say, the world is that way
Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise

Here’s where the story ends
Ooh here’s where the story ends

posted by dyeproks @ 5:45 PM