Angeles by Elliott Smith
Another from Good Will Hunting, one of those movies that I still enjoy after all these years. Maybe it's because that even as I grow older, I can still take something away from the movie. ANYWAY, this is one of the prettier songs that I know. The arpeggio on the guitar, Smith's voice sounds soulful and honest, and the lyrics ring true. It's one of those songs that even if you're sitting around up to nothing, it makes you want to take a road trip (and not necessarily to LA), just because you know that there's something out there to search for... something in our souls that's worth searching for and finding.
I should also say, that this has been, so far, the most difficult song to articulate... it goes beyond words. It's just so... I don't know how to say it.
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Thursday, May 31, 2007
Sunday, April 8, 2007
Say Yes
Say Yes by Elliott Smith
A bit east (or maybe west) of King Street in Old Town there is a graveyard and a National Cemetery. This cemetery is not as famous or as large as Arlington, but it exists. If the weather was some what nice, I might make my way over to this general area of Alexandria since it was quiet and green. It's weird area of town, it feels a bit rural and is very quiet. But one late March day I found myself there walking somewhat aimlessly on a Saturday. I was listening to this song and it reminded me of the Lou. By this point, I was over the Lou, but for some reasont this song trigger a few memories, probably because "Say Yes" is played in "Good Will Hunting". In a moment of drama I wondered if the Lou was my Skylar... this thought lingered Hollywood does this to me (and I assume pretty much everyone). A few weeks later I drove to Pittsburgh to check out their grad school. It was a Friday and about 3pm when everything at Pitt ended. I had a rental car. I decided to drive to Fairfield, CT to visit my sister but in the back of mine mind these words lingered: "I'm in love with the world through the eyes of a girl/Who's still around the morning after/We broke up a month ago and I grew up, I didn't know/I'd be around the morning after" Yes, "Good Will Hunting" was somewhere in me and it wouldn't go away. One last shot or chance with the Lou, after all she was just up the road in New Haven. I texted the Lou on Saturday around noon. The Lou got back to me as I was driving south on I-95 somewhere in Jersey on Sunday afternoon. I didn't really care, at this point I felt sorry for her more than anything else.
Listen:
A bit east (or maybe west) of King Street in Old Town there is a graveyard and a National Cemetery. This cemetery is not as famous or as large as Arlington, but it exists. If the weather was some what nice, I might make my way over to this general area of Alexandria since it was quiet and green. It's weird area of town, it feels a bit rural and is very quiet. But one late March day I found myself there walking somewhat aimlessly on a Saturday. I was listening to this song and it reminded me of the Lou. By this point, I was over the Lou, but for some reasont this song trigger a few memories, probably because "Say Yes" is played in "Good Will Hunting". In a moment of drama I wondered if the Lou was my Skylar... this thought lingered Hollywood does this to me (and I assume pretty much everyone). A few weeks later I drove to Pittsburgh to check out their grad school. It was a Friday and about 3pm when everything at Pitt ended. I had a rental car. I decided to drive to Fairfield, CT to visit my sister but in the back of mine mind these words lingered: "I'm in love with the world through the eyes of a girl/Who's still around the morning after/We broke up a month ago and I grew up, I didn't know/I'd be around the morning after" Yes, "Good Will Hunting" was somewhere in me and it wouldn't go away. One last shot or chance with the Lou, after all she was just up the road in New Haven. I texted the Lou on Saturday around noon. The Lou got back to me as I was driving south on I-95 somewhere in Jersey on Sunday afternoon. I didn't really care, at this point I felt sorry for her more than anything else.
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