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Sunday's Song II

Well, Chrissy and I had a great time at the wedding we went to this afternoon. Afternoon weddings are generally pretty weird, especially on a Sunday. People hammered and dancing while the sun shines through the windows. The bride, a girl I work with, lucked out with perfect weather, the shortest ceremony of all-time and the cocktail hour were outside.

A few months ago, I asked her if she had chosen her wedding song yet. She said she had told her husband that no one's going to know it, except maybe Rob and Chrissy. She was right and in honor of them, here's their wedding song.

Northern Sky
By Nick Drake

I never felt magic crazy as this
I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree
But now you're here
Brighten my northern sky.

I've been a long time that I'm waiting
Been a long that I'm blown
I've been a long time that I've wandered
Through the people I have known
Oh, if you would and you could
Straighten my new mind's eye.

Would you love me for my money
Would you love me for my head
Would you love me through the winter
Would you love me 'til I'm dead
Oh, if you would and you could
Come blow your horn on high.

I never felt magic crazy as this
I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree
But now you're here
Brighten my northern sky.

New Feature

Every Sunday over at Volokh they post a "Sunday Song Lyric." I'm stealing the idea. I don't know if I can make it a regular feature (I'll probably forget), but we'll give it a try. This is a tough Sunday to kick this off with D-Day+60 and Reagan's death. I've chosen a song that's totally unrelated, cannot be interpreted as having to do with either event.

I've seen pretty much every NY area show the Counting Crows have played since 1995. This is the one song I always hope they play.

St. Robinson in his Cadillac Dream

Staring out of his window as the world rushes by
Arthur Robinson closes the glass and replies
I dream of ballerinas and I don't know why
But I see a Cadillac sailing.
and I was born on the shores of the Chesapeake Bay
But Maryland and Virginia have faded away
And I keep thinking tomorrow is coming today
So I am endlessly waiting

And the comet is coming between
Me and the girl who could make it all clean
Out there in the shadow of the modern machine
Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream

Well Carrie's down in her basement all toe shoes and twin
With the girl in the mirror who spins when she spins
Where you think you will end up to the state that you're in
Your reflection approaches and then recedes again

But the comet is coming between
Me and the girl who could make it all clean
Out there in the shadow of the modern machines
Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream

well I have dreamed of a black car that shimmers and drives
Down the length of the evening to the carnival side
In a house where regret is a carousel ride
We are spinning and spinning and spinning and now
There's a hole in the ceiling down through which I fell
There is a girl in a basement coming out of her shell
There are people who will say that they knew me so well
I may not go to heaven, I hope that you go to hell

The comet is coming between
Me and the girl who could make it all clean
and there In the shadows of modern machines
Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream
In his dream
St. Robinson in his dream
Some people are never quite what they seem
Come on baby, come on darling, come on
let's just Get into my car and drive
Come on, get into my car and drive
She says I always do the same things over and over...