thetopjb1973“1973”
James Blunt
23 July 2007
Atlantic, Warner, RCA
Mark Batson and James Blunt
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Simona
You’re getting older
Your journey’s been
Etched on your skin

Simona
Wish I had known that
What seemed so strong
Has been and gone

[Chorus:]
I would call you up every Saturday night
And we both stayed out ’til the morning light
And we sang, “Here we go again”
And though time goes by
I will always be
In a club with you
In 1973
Singing “Here we go again”

Simona
Wish I was sober
So I could see clearly now
The rain has gone

Simona
I guess it’s over
My memory plays our tune
The same old song

[Chorus x3]

And though time goes by
I will always be
In a club with you
In 1973

Have you ever been gripped or grabbed by a memory, so strongly that it actually feels like a hug so tight that it’s uncomfortable? Or perhaps a thought, a bit of a flash-back, as it were, that comes out of no-where in particular, and it literally stops your breath?

Sometimes it’s a melody, a beat, or even a few notes into a particular song, contemporary or what we used to call an “oldie”. You hear the plucked guitar string, or a few keys on an organ or piano being struck, and with-in mere seconds, your soul actually takes to the ether, on a flight through time and space, to a moment, a place, an event, and there you are again… at the very situation and circumstance, physically surrounding you. The people are there (or “the” person is there), it’s the same time of day, the air is the same, the scent is the same… nothing’s changed. It’s as if when you left, all of time left with you… you grew up, away and older, but “back there”, they all suddenly stopped, as if knowing that you’d be back, some-day, some-how, and they waited… they waited for you… all of them waited, knowing some-day you’d be back. And there they all are, right where they were when you left them.

The voices haven’t changed. The music is still playing. Perfumes, colognes, the scent of the trees and grass are very much in the “now”. And from some place, in your heart, even though to everybody around you at this present moment you’re still in “today”, you can, or maybe it’s your soul that can, reach out, take the hand of a Lover, bring him or her in close to you and hold firmly, warmly, lovingly, again. And if that melody is in the air, just like then, back there in the “when”, you can dance together as you did. Be it a quick-step or a slow dance, there you are… HERE you are, together in that exact moment that was. You can even, actually feel body warmth, the breeze that blew at that time, the touch of the hands, and the scent of bodies… together.

All the while, in what we call “reality”, your being is standing or sitting in a place and time far, FAR removed from “then”. Only your heart and soul are with that some-one. And nobody around you “now” has ANY idea.

Inside you, your heart, soul, mind, it’s all beautiful again. It’s all happy, again. It’s all new and amazing, again. Inside you… your heart… your soul…. and… then…

The “dream” doesn’t stop and your soul doesn’t come slamming back, but your awareness of your surroundings impinges, creeps into your mind and with your eyes you see that those people aren’t with you, with your ears you don’t hear their voices or the music… but you hold on… you HOLD ON!!! AS TIGHTLY AS YOU POSSIBLY CAN, YOU GRAB TIGHTLY, AND HOLD CLOSELY … grab tightly… and hold closely… SO tightly and OH! SO closely… so… so… SO… but reality wraps round your memories, and although you still have them, deep inside you where no one can take them from you, the present clamps and clenches, like steel around your chest, and it tightens until your heart is about to explode… you’re not there and they’re not with you and worse yet? Even if you got into a car, a plane, onto a bus or a boat and got to the place where it all happened, once… upon a time, THEY aren’t there and… THERE isn’t there… any more.

Have you ever been gripped or grabbed by a memory, so strongly that it actually literally stops your breath?

“And though time goes by I will always be in a club with you in 1973…”
(How, I wonder, did he know the year?)
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