And yet I digress.
I envisioned dancers connected to the ceiling via long tulle scarves. They would twirl, entwine and pulse in perfect unison. There would be one lone dancer, unfettered but alone. She would dance around them, never quite in tune, never in the right place. Symbolic , no?. . . Well what do you want, I was 15?.
The dance never happened, my ex moved out of state and I lost interest in dance. Make of that what you will. But I see it in my head when I hear this song. And it makes me sad. So it was to my great delight when I stumbled across this last night. Because laughing is WAY better than being sad. Most of the time. So here you are. Funny and poignant. You can decide which you'd rather focus on, just by opening and closing your eyes.
Enjoy.
(Oh and if you don't like this song, we cannot be friends. I'm sorry, but those are the rules.)
(Oh and if you don't like this song, we cannot be friends. I'm sorry, but those are the rules.)
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