So, the title refers to a Jeff Buckley song… The thoughts that go through my mind while listening to it always run along these lines: “Who the hell IS this woman, who didn’t come over, when Jeff Buckley asked… Nay, BEGGED her to? That’s one stupid, stupid woman, who’s really sorry now that he’s dead.”
For those of you not hip to the Jeff Buckley vibe, I offer this as explanation:
Who could possibly resist? Especially when coupled with lyrics like this:
So i’ll wait for you… and i’ll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn
Oh lover, you should’ve come over
‘Cause it’s not too late
Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come
It’s never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It’s never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her
It’s never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It’s never over, she’s the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
Well maybe i’m just too young
To keep good love from going wrong
Oh… lover, you should’ve come over
‘Cause it’s not too late
Alright… So I skipped the part of the lyrics where it’s implied (or, at the very least, we infer) that he’s cheated on her. And… Yes, it’s said that Buckley was most likely Bipolar, and, yes, it WAS a bit odd of him to jump into that river like that, never to re-surface. And…
Then I start thinking about that guy… Who looked like a Greek statue when the moonlight hit his bare skin. The same one who used to stay up for days on end, just to enjoy the hallucinations. And I think of another guy, who could make me yearn to see him — to drive through the night like a bat out of hell to be near him — just from the sound of his voice on the telephone. Yes — the same guy who smoked and smoked until he lost the part of his brain that remembered to call. And I think of the one whose smell and taste stuck with me even when I wasn’t with him… Who would sing “Come Dance With Me” to me when I was grumpy… Who made me feel more loved than I’ve ever felt. And I remember that — even though it took some doing — I fell out of love even with him.
And I think of one of my favorite bumper stickers ever:
“No matter how beautiful the woman is: somewhere, someone is sick of her shit.”
*In an unrelated note, I wanted to make a statement (against my publicist’s wishes) that I had absolutely nothing to do with the break-up of Dave Navarro and Carmen Electra.