Push
Matchbox 20 – 1996
Someone told me this song reminded them of what it feels like to be middle aged. In fact, I’ve been seeing a lot of my generation going on about life passing them by, accepting the twilight, yadda yadda.
In 10 years I’ll either be dead (uncle at 61) or I’ll be past middle age and well into the beginning of the end.
That is, if I don’t live forever. Interesting that no one has that tinfoil hat on. Oh, I suppose the church crowd has their own goin-to-heaven thing.
But nobody expects to just keep on living and adventuring indefinitely, all Highlander-like.
Minus the head-lopping.
even without living forever, the last act of life still has massive appeal. Everything you know about yourself: strengths and weaknesses, likes and not, confidence and insecurities banished (mostly), and the fear of what’s going To happen… we start To finally be free to live in the moment.
If I do manage it, to just keep seeing the world until I run out of places to go, to make so many friends in so many places that all the books in world can’t contain them, and then out into the universe…
Well, hell, middle age isn’t all that big of a deal.
And IF it doesn’t work out… well at least the music was good.
😊
Push – Matchbox 20
(She said) I don't know if I've ever been good enough I'm a little bit rusty, and I think my head is caving in And I don't know if I've ever been really loved By a hand that's touched me, well I feel like something's Gonna give And I'm a little bit angry, well
This ain't over, no not here, not while I still need you Around You don't owe me, we might change Yeah we just might feel good
I wanna push you around, I will, I will I wanna push you down, I will, I will I wanna take you for granted, I wanna take you for granted I will
(She said) I don't know why you ever would lie to me Like I'm a little untrusting when I think that the truth is Gonna hurt ya And I don't know why you couldn't just stay with me You couldn't stand to be near me When my face don't seem to want to shine 'Cause it's a little bit dirty, well
Don't just stand there, say nice things to me 'Cause I've been cheated I've been wronged, and you You don't know me, well I can't change I won't do anything at all
I wanna push you around, I will, I will I wanna push you down, I will, I will I wanna take you for granted, I wanna take you for granted I will
Oh but don't bowl me over Just wait a minute well it kinda fell apart, things get so Crazy, crazy Don't rush this baby, don't rush this baby
I wanna push you around, I will, I will I wanna push you down, I will, I will I wanna take you for granted, I wanna take you for granted I will
Third eye blind
“How's It Going To Be”
I'm only pretty sure that I can't take anymore Before you take a swing I wonder what are we fighting for When I say out loud “I wanna get out of this” I wonder is there anything I'm gonna miss
I wonder how it's going to be When you don't know me How's it going to be When you're sure I'm not there? How's it going to be When there's no one there to talk to? Between you and me 'Cause I don't care How's it going to be? How's it going to be?
Where we used to laugh There's a shouting match Sharp as a thumbnail scratch A silence I can't ignore Like the hammock by the Doorway we spent time in, swings empty Don't see lightning like last fall When it was always about to hit me
I wonder how's it going to be When it goes down How's it going to be When you're not around? How's it going to be When you found out there was nothing Between you and me? 'Cause I don't care How's it going to be How's it going to be
And how's it going to be When you don't know me anymore? And how's it going to be? Wanna get myself back in again The soft dive of oblivion I wanna taste the salt of your skin The soft dive of oblivion (Oblivion)
How's it going to be? When you don't know me anymore? How's it going to be? How's it going to be?
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