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Radio 57, side B, track 4: “Book Of Days” by The Psychedelic Furs

The Psychedelic Furs - Book Of DaysOh, The Psychedelic Furs, I guess it’s the weekend for bleak songs about sad women, huh?  While yesterday’s song sounds a bit different, the sentiments are similar.  I think.  No offense to Warrant, but I think those guys are on a different intelligence level than you guys are, and my own intelligence level is probably more on a Warrant scale than a Psychedelic Furs scale.

This is one of those songs that I haven’t heard in forever but I remembered it immediately and also I appreciate it a ton more than I did back when it was brand new on the radio.  Kinda like the last song of yours that was featured here.  Maybe it’s because I’m going through my own book of days and and I’m almost to the oldest age that the woman in this song is.  In less than a month, I’m gonna be 40 myself, The Psychedelic Furs.  Holy shit, The Psychedelic Furs.  That’s at least halfway home.  Probably less.  Sure, my dad and my grandpa are still both alive and kicking, but they’ve worked hard all their life and didn’t abuse their bodies with gallons of beer and liquor and a few metric tons of Big Macs plus several thousand cartons of cigarettes for good measure.

It’s not even really the imminence of death that has me the most freaked out, The Psychedelic Furs, although that certainly plays into it, since if my church was right, I’ll likely be burning in a lake of hellfire for eternity.  But it’s really just because I’m going to be 40 and I feel less grown up than I did ten years ago.  When I was recording this music off the radio, it seemed like a hard fact that someone who was 40 years old knew themself and understood the world.  And that might even be the case.  Just not for me.  Which is the scary thing.  Because assuming I make it to 50 years old, am I still not going to feel like a grown up?  Will there ever be a time when I can confidently say “I’m an adult now” and not follow that with “Right?”

It probably doesn’t help that I live most of my life vicariously through the exploits of Spider-Man and the characters on all the thousands of TV shows I watch for hours on end.  I don’t know, The Psychedelic Furs.  I figured that I’d at least be able to totally get a song like this by the time I was 40.  Guess I’ll have to come back to this one in another decade and see where I’m at.

“Book Of Days”

<awesome The Psychedelic Furs jam>

The air here tastes like poison

The traffic moves on broken roads
The river runs like silver
My own feelings let me down

She’s 14 and she’s fading
There’s a wasted year
For every train that passes
She is leaving some day
Some day never comes, this road is poison
Walk me to the wheels
I fear for my life, this road is poison
Lovers coo goodbye
Singing “Don’t forget me, boys”

Tired of waiting in the cheap seats
She is haunted by her failure here
The river runs like silver
My own feelings let me down

She’s 24 and feels it
Like a wasted year
For every day that passes
She is leaving one day
One day never comes, this road is poison
Walk me to the wheels
I fear for my life, this road is poison
Lovers coo goodbye
Singing “Don’t forget me, boys”

<awesome The Psychedelic Furs jam>

In Monday morning houses down through gravel yards
And dirty smoke
To somewhere on the skyline
What I feel is still the same

She’s 40 and afraid that there’s
A wasted life
For every town that passes
She is leaving here but
Nothing here remains, this road is poison
Walk me to the wires
I fear for my life, this road is poison
Lovers coo goodbye
Singing “Don’t forget me, boys”

<awesome The Psychedelic Furs jam>

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