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In Thee
(Blue Oyster Cult)
Maybe I'll see you again baby
And maybe I won't
Maybe you've bought your ticket
Gone back to Detroit
Airplanes make strangers of us all
Give us distance
Much too easily.
Jim says some destinies
Should not be delivered
But you and I seen now baby
That still they are
Winning it makes losers of us all
'Cause the dice roll
So indifferently.
Well, I'll wrap myself in cities I travel
I'll wrap myself in dreams
I'll wrap myself in solitude
But I wish I could wrap myself
In thee.
Tonight it's hot, without you
Tomorrow'll be cold
Winter will come along
Driven by snow
Love it makes strangers of us all
When we part
Oh so thoughtlessly
Once we breathed the breath
Of sweet surrender
Pure, pure Arab air filled our
Atmosphere
But pride it makes stars of us all
Until we fall
For everyone to see.
Well, I'll wrap myself in cities I travel
I'll wrap myself in dreams
I'll wrap myself stranger's arms
But I wish I could wrap myself
In thee.
A Blue Oyster Cult song, I never listened to them back in the day, it was Metallica's cover of Astronomy that turned me on to them, and this song esp, and the boldface line esp, so obvious about "celebrities" but also the experience of every person, on a smaller scale.
Still feeling for Stapp, and wanting to say whatever his personal faults may be, his artistic output was very good, to me, he was/is real, in his art.
I think it must be very hard to be a celebrity, I read a line from Jimi Hendrix, that every song is a personal dairy, to lay yourself so open...ego maybe, but it takes courage too. And I think when others bare their inner struggles it helps the less courageous to face themselves, that is what "art" does for me, helps me know myself...and other people, so we aren't so far apart after all.
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