I was reading the recent pageloads for my other blog, and noticed that someone had found it by searching "Sting poetry "why should I cry for you". So now I'm listening to "Why Should I Cry for You" on repeat. It's sorta bringing me down. Here are the lyrics:

"Why Should I Cry For You"

Under the dog star sail
Over the reefs of moonshine
Under the skies of fall
North, north west, the stones of Farve (I always throught he said "the storms are farrow")

Under the Arctic fire
Over the seas of silence
Hauling on frozen ropes ("all in unfrozen rows")
For all my days remaining
But would north be true?

Why should I?
Whould I cry for you?

All colours bleed to red ("four corners bleed to red")
Asleep on the ocean's bed
Drifting on empty seas
For all my days remaining

But would north be true?
Why should I?
Why should I cry for you?

Dark angels follow me
Over a godless sea ("cloudless sea")
Mountains of endless falling,
For all my days remaining,

What would be true?

Sometimes I see your face,
The stars seem to lose their place
Why must I think of you?
Why must I?
Why should I?
Why should I cry for you?
Why would you want me to?
And what would it mean to say,
That, "I loved you in my fashion"?

What would be true?
Why should I?
Why should I cry for you?

Even though I misunderstood the words, I still think this song is awesome. It feels different to listen to it now. In high school, when I first got the Sting "Fields of Gold: Greatest Hits" album (at the same time as I bought the single for "What's the Frequency, Kenneth?"!), I fell instantly in love with this song. I think I tried to put it on someone, but now I don't think of anyone in particular when I hear it. I just remember - high school, college, and my mistakes since.

God, how can it be 2005 in less than a week? I don't make resolutions at New Years. When I was younger, I would resolve to be "cool" (I seriously did make this resolution in junior high) or to get a boyfriend. This year, I just hope nothing dire happens. I hope my dad stays okay, for the life and health of my loved ones, that I keep at my lame Pilates/gym regime, that Leah and I are able to go somewhere cool on our very limited budgets, that the fundamentalists don't completely take over the Christian faith, that I keep doing what I find worthwhile, and, maybe, just perhaps, I meet someone too.

That's not too much, is it?


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