I’m listening to a copy of "These Days" by Nico, a song that Mr. Grumpy sent to me a long while back. Getting wistful – not in a sad way, but in more of a mellow, nostalgic sort of way.
I remember the two of us talking about Nico’s voice, and how we were both not immediately pulled in by the song. I was almost pushed back a bit, by her voice. But over time, her voice and the song itself has grown on me. Now, I can’t seem to stop playing it.
Dangerous little thing, though. Given a bottle of Beam, I can see where a lot of ugliness could arise:
I’ve been out walking
I don’t do too much talking
These days, these days.
These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
And all the times I had the chance to.I’ve stopped my rambling,
I don’t do too much gambling
These days, these days.
These days I seem to think about
How all the changes came about my ways
And I wonder if I’ll see another highway.I had a lover, I don’t think I’ll risk another
These days, these days.
And if I seem to be afraid
To live the life that I have made in song
It’s just that I’ve been losing so long.
La la la la la, la la.I’ve stopped my dreaming,
I won’t do too much scheming
These days, these days.
These days I sit on corner stones
And count the time in quarter tones to ten.
Please don’t confront me with my failures,
I had not forgotten them.
