Monday, March 31, 2014

Across America

I drove from Philly to Denver recently.

Near as I can tell, the whole country's just a bunch of pitstops, strung together like beads on a necklace, and each bead is made of a Dairy Queen, Qudoba, Taco Bell, and Subway, all mashed next to each other in one glorious culmination of The American Dream.

Rejected "Let Her Go" Lyrics

You know that song, Let Her Go, by Passenger? That super self-pittying but crazily catchy tune about some guy not knowing what he's got 'till it's gone?

The formula is pretty simple. Here's a sample:

Well you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missin' home
Only know you love her when you let her go


I figure he probably threw out a bunch of starting lines before he found the feel he was going for. I tried to imagine what those lines might have been.

Here they are:

Only miss the speed when you're goin' slow

Only miss the dust when you clean the floor

Only miss your lungs when you start to smoke

Only want to garden when you have no hoe

Only want to snack on a dorito

Only feeling sane when there's no loco

Enya's one good song's Orinoco Flow

Only miss the frogs when all that's left are toads

Only hate your party when nobody shows

Only miss your hair when you trim your fro

Only miss the birds if you're a scarecrow

Only miss the earth when the sun explodes