Miranda Phipps

Crazy week–sick kid, kid with oral surgery, work life that seems to have forgotten about the global recession.  Bad news i that this was a low workout and writing week.  : (

My reward has been to read the last installment in the Gardella series.   Mmmm . . . Max.

I also had a bit of a sad discovery which is that the lyrics to my favorite Vampire Weekend song are not at all what I thought they were.  Here are the real lyrics to Campus:

I pull my shirt on, walk out the door
Drag my feet along the floor

Then I see you, you’re walking ‘cross the campus
Cruel professor studying romances

How am I supposed to pretend
I never want to see you again?
How am I supposed to pretend
I never want to see you again?

Walked to class, in front of ya
Spilled kefir on your keffiyeh
You look inside and turn to the door
Drag your feet along the floor

Then I see you, you’re walking ‘cross the campus
Cruel professor studying romances

How am I supposed to pretend
I never want to see you again?
How am I supposed to pretend
I never want to see you again?

In the afternoon, you’re out on the stone and grass
And I’m sleeping on the balcony after class
In the afternoon, you’re out on the stone and grass
And I’m sleeping on the balcony after class
In the afternoon, you’re out on the stone and grass
And I’m sleeping on the balcony after class

So instead of the “Cruel professor” line, I thought it was bulletproof vest.  That’s exactly the kind of weird stuff one imposes on lyrics, but I love the idea of his ex wearing an emotional bulletproof vest while she’s reading romance novels.

Hubby ordered a great new album that came today.  It’s a San Francisco band, Rupa and the April Fishes. 

The lyrics are fantastic, and we’re especially loving this song, Wishful Thinking.  You can listen to it here (fourth song in the playlist), and I’ve transcribed the lyrics below.

wishful thinking

i used to dream of a pirate ship

that would take me away from here

out to the open sea into the biggest blue

complete with a cast of unsavory crew

who’d show me things that i shouldn’t do

the masts were tall and impressive

the old wood creaked perfectly too

and the full sails held promises of something true

and when we’d get bored of the watery view

we’d simply set our course for the moon

to my surprise as i’ve grown older

living these days like dreams with you

i’ve discovered the ship waits inside my chest

and the winds fills its sails on the days i like best

but where it takes me, it takes me alone

to do this strange work i barely know

now i don’t know when the tides will call me

away from this sweet life with you

and i wish that i could stay forever

even though since i was young i knew there was never

such a thing but this wishful thinking

keeps our stories rising as our lives are sinking

in time i will kiss you goodbye

on my way and kiss you goodbye

don’t want to go

and i’ll kiss you goodbye