There we were,
Two lost teens,
Drowning in all we didn’t know
And all we felt.
It only makes sense we made the playlist we made,
Finding meaning in lyrics that told of experiences we’d had and not yet had.
Things we longed for and felt deeply about.
I was lost in my head, philosopher and hopeless romantic,
Seeking to learn how to be a
Simple Man.
And there was Skynyrd, words and guitar licks washing over me,
As I was told not to worry,
I’d find myself.
And there you were,
Sad and depressed,
Crying out for your
Hallelujah.
You knew love was no victory march,
Wainwright’s piano and voice giving clout to your every thought and feeling.
We each needed to Imagine,
Lennon assuring us that really,
It’s easy if you try.
So we sat,
Listening to the Sound of Silence,
Knowing we were the people talking without speaking.
Even as Simon and Garfunkel’s harmonies warned us,
Told us that the words of the prophets are written on the tenement walls.
And so we pressed on,
Hunting out that elusive American Pie,
Craving McLean’s country,
Lost a long long time ago.
We knew every vocal lilt and musical cue,
Singing the same old songs we knew.
And so we searched for happiness in the fields with the Wildflower,
Petty crooning and reminding us that we belong somewhere we feel free.
But inevitably, sadness would return, and we’d cry out— Wish You Were Here.
And though we were never a couple, Pink Floyd still made us feel like
Two lost souls,
Swimming in a fish bowl.
And we asked so many questions,
Questions whose answers we knew we’d never know,
Whose answers,
As always,
Were left Blowing in the Wind.
Dylan understood us.
We understood him,
As he spoke-sang and wept for humanity,
So too did we.
And desperately we tried,
Desperately—
To Turn the Page.
Seger’s sad, screaming sax sticking with us,
His cognitive dissonance striking a chord with us,
Here I go, playing star again,
There I go...
And you, knowing exactly what it’s like
Behind Blue Eyes,
Empathizing with Townshend and Daltrey,
Feeling like the bad man, the sad man.
And finally,
At long last we took comfort in the idea that someday
We’d climb that Stairway to Heaven,
Aching for the piper to lead us to reason,
For the new day to dawn,
For us,
Standing long.
And here we are now,
Years and miles having passed between us.
But still this playlist connects us,
Even as it did then.
