Aprosexic - Old age should burn and rave at close of day

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Passage of years

Today's lyric:

"I saw you today, or at least I think it was
It's hard to say, we've all changed so much?
Compelled to look, but I hid my face
It's hard to trace these feelings
Gone so soon, the time I spent with you
And like an old, old tune - keeps running through my head
I wanted to say, so many things
But my mouth went dry - and one word & I'd cry."

Paul Weller: "Time passes"
From the album: "Stanley Road"

Trekking in through the sporadic sleet this morning, I was verbally accosted by someone I vaguely recognised but - very unusually for me - was instantly able put a name to.

I hadn't seen him in, ooh, eight years at least and he'd certainly lost a lot of hair in that time, making the visual connection and recognition that much more difficult in the half-stupor of my commute.

But he's still as sharp as a razor - something which I took on board the very first time I was introduced to him, some fifteen years ago - and which was obviously apparent as we stood in the middle of the melee, staccato reminiscing, swapping business cards and promising to meet up.

So today's lyric sort of fitted the moment...

# posted by Mr.D. @ 8:40 AM