Ever wonder what would have happened if you'd just gotten out of bed 15 minutes earlier? If you had talked to the man who stood behind you in line at the store?

I guess this song gives me a sense of possibility...and in this possibility lies also the things you will not experience because of the choices you have made. And I guess I didn't say anything more than the song did... or am I missing pieces of it?
I wish I could refer to the lyrics, but I've loaned the album to a friend...hmm... ah well. I hope that what I've remembered is the important part... speaking of memory...........

onto the next thread.

Hi Christie,

"Some Journey" is to me one of the many "magical" songs Suzanne has written. I hope one day to write about it, but for now just one comment to your words.

To me, more important than the timing factor in the choices, as you mention, is the circunstance.

I mean, the place, the situation, the light, the music you are listening, etc. and how that changes completely the moods and the realities.

I feel completely in tune with that spirit. I'm a sucker for the right mood and atmosphere for everything. To me things just don't work if taken out of their place.

After all that's what I, in vain, tried to explain in the second part of my "Dear Suzanne" post. :-)


By the way, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUZANNE!!!!! :-)

I hope you're not the kind of person who gets depressed with the passing of the years! After all, youth is a state of mind, and you have a beautiful life ahead of you! All the best!

José Carlos
(Too rebel to let people tell me where to write happy birthday wishes, as if the right places, times and moods for these things should be legislated)

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Christie,

I'm reading your words thinking I wish I knew that song. And here it is playing now on the CD I bought today.

It reminds me of a new friend I met through selling a camera on ebay - life is amazing. And it's just like the song... "we talk and talk, we tell the truth. there are no shadows here" but will I ever look into her eyes? She is in Wahington DC and I'm in Australia. Our choices in life makes this almost impossible.

But back to your words, I've gotten out of bed early and seen more beautiful sun rises.

I have also on occasion spoken to the other person in a line. Sometimes it works sometimes not. I'm a shy person so this is not easy for me. But it does make you 'live for the moment' something we adults forget how to do through our lives being filled with responsibility. Watch a child sometime - they live for every moment.

Rob.

Jose,
I understand what you mean about circumstance playing a major role in how our lives will go. For example, just the other night an odds and ends sort of bunch ended up at my house for a few hours... and it really didn't work well. I wasn't in the mood to play hostess and half of them didn't want to be with the other half anyway. That's what I get for allowing people to sort of come and go as they please. Ah well, but they did help make your point more clearly in my mind. The mood wasn't right... and the attitude as well. Anyway, there you have it... all that means is... I agree.

I seem to jump on my small confused soap box deal often... Hm.


Rob,
I hope you'll one day get to see this woman from D.C.--seems that you have found a great friend.

I consider myself a child in many ways, but I believe that the "living in the moment" element may be one of the things I have lost. I often find myself living too quickly--rushing through my minutes. But then there are also days that I never even felt. I returned from a two week trip about 5-6 days ago and on the fourth day of being home I felt like I had not been alive for four days. So, I assumed that if I had not been alive I must be dead. But, no no... I was not dead... just not living. Just... sort of absent from my life.

Best to you both,
Christie

Here's a link to Some Journey from Suzanne's Here Gallery performance of April 23, 2004.

http://homepage.mac.com/mooncusser/Vega/iMovieThea ter143.html

Christopher Seufert

I find "Some Journey" the most romantic, beautiful song. I don't think I will be able to write fully or even fluently about it today, but it's on my mind.

Its a song that makes me smile with recognition of the way our imagination works. Flights of fancy when you find yourself in an every day situation, moving yourself outside of that, displacing the circumstances - same characters, different time or place, how different things could be. I love the grounding of the song, too, the reality of where the characters ARE juxtaposed with the imagination of the narrator, seemingly yearning for a more romantic, fanciful existence

I do this, in life, see people, slip out into a daydream where they're part of my life - not specifically romantically, you just imagine knowing them, or meeting them in different circumstances. I like these musings, they make life so much more colourful!

See - told you, not a coherent thought on this song, I don't do it justice today.

The sweeping music in the middle of the song gives me butterflies, and an overwhelming sense of optimism and happiness no matter how many times I hear it. It makes me grin and brings tears to my eyes at the same time - I know music has this power, but I rarely experience it. I can't ask more than that of a song.

I generally don't analyse songs, just accept them. I was the same way with poetry throughout my education - the impact it has always interests me more than the writers' intention; as one who writes, I know writers do not always set out with a particular aim or impact in mind, often they're recording a thought, feeling or experience, and how it is translated in the reader is an exciting part of setting the work free.

But this song moves me so, I like to acknowledge why it does that.

Anna

These lyrics cry out for a bluesy arrangement.  You can almost imagine - with some modifications - Koko Taylor or someone singing this.  "If I had met you on some Journey/If we had met on some Eastbound train," the opening lines, sounds like a blues chorus. 

Most significant lyrical accomplishment from the first record. 

 

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