Strange synchronicities
Jun. 22nd, 2005 02:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I'm just finishing reading The Time Traveller's Wife, and last night I dreamt about time travel. I don't remember the details of the dream at all, but it's left me with "Hazy shade of winter" in my head all day. It's a song I'm not aware of having heard for years, but somehow my subconscious made the connection between the lyrics and the story and the fit seems so good* that I'm recording it here.
Time, time, time, to see what’s become of me
While I looked around
For my possibilities
I was so hard to please
But look around, leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hear the salvation army band
Down by the riverside, it’s bound to be a better ride
Than what you’ve got planned
Carry your cup in your hand
And look around, leaves are brown now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hang on to your hopes, my friend
That’s an easy thing to say, but if your hopes should pass away
Simply pretend
That you can build them again
Look around, the grass is high
The fields are ripe, it’s the springtime of my life
Ahhh, seasons change with the scenery
Weaving time in a tapestry
Won’t you stop and remember me
At any convenient time
Funny how my memory slips while looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme
Drinking my vodka and lime
But look around, leaves are brown now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Look around, leaves are brown
There’s a patch of snow on the ground...
*No, the fit's not good enough to count as spoilers for the book ;-)
Time, time, time, to see what’s become of me
While I looked around
For my possibilities
I was so hard to please
But look around, leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hear the salvation army band
Down by the riverside, it’s bound to be a better ride
Than what you’ve got planned
Carry your cup in your hand
And look around, leaves are brown now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hang on to your hopes, my friend
That’s an easy thing to say, but if your hopes should pass away
Simply pretend
That you can build them again
Look around, the grass is high
The fields are ripe, it’s the springtime of my life
Ahhh, seasons change with the scenery
Weaving time in a tapestry
Won’t you stop and remember me
At any convenient time
Funny how my memory slips while looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme
Drinking my vodka and lime
But look around, leaves are brown now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Look around, leaves are brown
There’s a patch of snow on the ground...
*No, the fit's not good enough to count as spoilers for the book ;-)
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Date: 2005-06-22 02:07 pm (UTC)*shakes head in disbelief at smallworldness striking again*
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Date: 2005-06-22 02:30 pm (UTC)Really? I like S&G. Was I in a particularly contrary mood that day?
It was their version I was thinking of, anyway. I'd forgotten The Bangles covered it.
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Date: 2005-06-22 02:43 pm (UTC)Some things are better forgotten.
(Much as I like The Bangles normally.)
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