All Good Things Come to an End

I'm sure we have all felt at some point in our lives that the song we hear over the radio or which a friend recommends just describes how we feel about something or someone. I have many such songs that I no longer need to write a diary. I just play a song and I am instantly brought back to a time and place in my mind's eye.

Offlate I have been listening to "All Good Things (Come to an End)" by Nelly Furtado. The lyrics go like this:

(Lyrics by N.Furtado/C.Martin)

Dogs were whistling a new tune
Barking at the new moon
Hoping it would come soon so that they could die

Honestly what will become of me
I don't like reality
It's way too clear to me
But really life is daily
We are what we don't see
We miss everything daydreaming

Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end

Traveling I always stop at exits
Wondering if I'll stay
Young and restless
Living this way I stress less
I want to pull away when the dream dies
The pain sets it and I don't cry
I only feel gravity and I wonder why

And the sun was wondering if it should stay away
for a day until the feeling went away
And the clouds were dropping and
the ................. the rain forgot how to bring salvation
The dogs were whistling a new tune barking at the new moon
hoping it would come soon so that they could die

(To listen to the song and watch the video, click http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1j5_7V0DMkA)

I suppose it summarises how I often feel after a trip or after a sweet but brief affair in the most unexpected places and at the most unexpected time.

The lines:

"Traveling I always stop at exits
Wondering if I'll stay
Young and restless
Living this way I stress less
I want to pull away when the dream dies
The pain sets it and I don't cry
I only feel gravity and I wonder why."

...seem most apt.

I think it's time to space out. Too sleepy to concentrate on work anyway. I'll go out, sit on the steps behind my office, face some greenery, listen to the song on my iPod, smoke a cheap cigar and think about my oh-so-short-passionate-yet confusing weekend in Bangkok (8-12 June, 2007).