I walk alone

[eleneariel]

Most song lyrics really don't make much sense when you see them written out. Especially the part that goes:

Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah Ah-ah, Ah-ah

I wish it could be a week ago instead of tonight. I wish I could capture moments and take them out and replay them again and again.

Comments

*cue tongue in cheek*

[savetheolives.livejournal.com]

*squints*

Looks to me like "Agony" from Into the Woods.

"High in her tower,
She sits by the hour,
Maintaining her hair.
Blithe and becoming and frequently humming
A lighthearted air:
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-

Agony!
Far more painful than yours!"

Etc.

Yup. I'm sure that's what you were thinking of.

Re: *cue tongue in cheek*

[eattheolives.livejournal.com]

Dead wrong. *smirks*

Re: *cue tongue in cheek*

[savetheolives.livejournal.com]

*Bambi eyes* Oh really?

Re: *cue tongue in cheek*

[eattheolives.livejournal.com]

We're back to the angsty rock again.

Re: *cue tongue in cheek*

[savetheolives.livejournal.com]

*blank look*

*click*

Ohhhh.

I personally like musicals better. ;-)

Re: *cue tongue in cheek*

[eattheolives.livejournal.com]

I want to see Into the Woods, though, since Miss Gill did the Witches Rap--

Greens, greens, and nothing but greens!

*gleeful look*

Re: *cue tongue in cheek*

[savetheolives.livejournal.com]

I played you the Agony song once -- do you remember?

Re: *cue tongue in cheek*

[eattheolives.livejournal.com]

Uh.....no? When? In what format?

Re: *cue tongue in cheek*

[savetheolives.livejournal.com]

When you were here two summers ago... I made you listen to it cuz I think it's so funny. :-)

[joy-unspeakable.livejournal.com]

I wish I could capture moments and take them out and replay them again and again.

I know just what you mean. And whenever I have that wish, it always reminds me of that wonderful passage in Rebecca (I memorized it a long time ago for a performance):

"....I wanted to go back again, to recapture the moment that had gone, and then it came to me that if we did it would not be the same, even the sun would be changed in the sky, casting another shadow, and the peasant girl would trudge past us along the road in a different way, not waving this time, perhaps not even seeing us. There was something chilling in the thought, something a little melancholy, and looking at the clock I saw that five more minutes had gone by. Soon we would have reached our time limit, and must return to the hotel.

'If only there could be an invention,' I said impulsively, 'that bottled up a memory like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again....'"

[eattheolives.livejournal.com]

Oh, I love that part of Rebecca! I love the whole book, except that I'm forever trying to figure out what her name is. Bah.

[joy-unspeakable.livejournal.com]

LOL, yeah that drove me crazy, too - so I finally named her. ;)

Funny thing is, you can find lots of scholarly explanations for why she was left nameless, and the reasoning makes sense... but when I read DuMaurier's published journal, she states very explicitly that she left her nameless b/c she couldn't think of a good name; then it became a game, i.e. how long can I keep from needing to use a name? LOL.

[eattheolives.livejournal.com]

So what did you name her?

[butterbobbin.livejournal.com]

About two minutes ago, for no real reason, the scene about bottling moments from "Rebecca" came to mind.

Then I read this.

[eattheolives.livejournal.com]

I love that part of Rebecca. Heck, I just love the whole book. (And movie.)