Pulled from the archives early in the month, it shows up on the car stereo. Epynomous serendipity.
Autumn evening, the low-lying sun lights up the drops leftover from the afternoon rain. The keyboard chimes a simple tune; The guitar, acoustic, joins. A leaf flies by, the vocal starts.
Top of the ‘S’, I enter the forest separating the two suburbs. Today’s drive home has a soundtrack; The car flows through the curves.
The roundabout almost brings me back to reality. I accelerate up the hill; The singer tells me life is what I manage in between.
“So you showed me ’round your town
To hell again and back
Our love has served to alienate all the friends you depend on
I know it might seem odd
Cause you’re not the only one
I remember myself as a lonely child, so I was
And you got me wrong
You got me wrong
Wrong just seemed so right
‘Til the spark of morning light
And all those searching eyes
Do they scald your tender mind?
Remember what they say
There’s no shortcut to a dream
It’s all blood and sweat
And life is what you manage in between
But what you don’t know
Is you’re too young and eager to love
See you’re about to get into the ditch that you opened up
So the stars align
And leave you behind
You want it, so do I
Here comes the light of an Autumn moon
Sister you know enough
But for now just let it go
Don’t run, don’t rush
Through the give and take you’ve had to learn
How to cross the coals and not get burned
But you’re really just a little girl
Playing in the park ’till the sun goes down
Some twenty-one lives
One did it’s our desire
No doubt you think you braided your own hair so you’re all grown up
Should you want to cross the line
Which way do you want to fly?
Pretend that love could help you find your way
But you got me wrong
Yeah you got me wrong” — Broken Bells, “October,” Broken Bells (2010)