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Remember the Girl
Posted: 30 September 2005
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Remember the girl in the corner
The one who always loved you.
When you’re surrounded by crowds of girls,
My heart will always be true.
Remember the look on my face,
When you smiled at me in the hall.
Remember the things you said,
Because I remember them all.
I know they all want you.
What different should I make?
But I know because I’ve seen them
And I am not a fake.
So remember me, please
When you’re up there flying.
Remember me down here,
Silently, crying.
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 blp at 17:01 on 30 September 2005
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Wow. Simple, beautiful and accurate. Incredibly touching and with nothing extraneous and with a strong sense of a real person talking (and suffering), not hampered at all by the ultra traditional ABAB quatrain form. Just lovely.
On the feelings expressed, don't know if this will help, but love's not simple for anyone, probably not even the apparently confident, unruffled - and apparently unresponsive - object of your affections.
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 paul53 [for I am he] at 14:58 on 01 October 2005
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It is interesting to view this against the other upload to this group [Emotion's "Love"] - this at the outset of romance, the other in the aftermath; the "when, oh when?" set against the "what the hell was all that about?".
Love is a complicated business, with many out there ready to do little more than play with it.
You can love someone, but not particularly "like" them. You can be carrying a relationship completely - and not realise it until you stop and find your partner having a free ride. You can bear children, and concentrate on them so much you forget the person you wanted to spend eternity with. You can both change.
I may be nearer to the end than the beginning, but I remember the intensity of those raging passions. One thing that served me well was the thought: "I deserve better than this." Unreturned admiration? Cheating partner? Someone messing you around?
It works on many scenarios.
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 Brian Aird at 21:01 on 07 October 2005
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When we love, we open up the doors of our hearts, and we're unprotected, vulnerable. When that love's not returned (or just not noticed)it can make us doubt ourselves 'What difference(t) should I make?'.
I could imagine this sung like one of Joni Mitchell's 'heart on a sleeve' songs as she finds expressive chords on the piano -'all wires and hammers - strike every chord you can find' as Joni might put it. Or was it every chord you feel?
Anyway, I enjoyed the honesty and openness in this piece.
Brian
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