Journal of the Mad

ABBA--Angel Eyes

It's amazing where conversations can go when left to their own devices. Who's to say that only one thing can be between you and a friend? Sure, there's going to be folks in the world whose only contribution to the conversational pot is going to be "Bud!" or "Make sure to squeeze the lemons." There's nothing wrong with that (although I do prefer to hear a 'please' at the start or end of those sentences--what can I say, I'm picky) And sometimes that's even the best place to be, for those people, and for me. There's no need on my part to bring them closer, no need on their part to be more than they are.
Ah, but when the chat walls come down, and the roles don't define themselves so concretely ie Customer/Bartender or Caller/Resource or even Aquaintance/Aquaintance, then that's when the real talking starts. And you can go for miles and miles, weaving personal childhood stories with crisis present tense, ideologies and every ism in the book (koo koo ka ju--See Ferris Bueller's Day Off), doctrines and dogmas, beliefs and reliefs. There can be both laughter and tears, teasing and deadly seriousness. And throughout it all, from simple smiles and hugs to ten cent words that are mispronounced with earnest, there's this overwhelming respect for the person on the other end of the can and string. A belief that what they are saying is important not only to them, but to me, and that it always will be, come rain or come shine. Now that's saying something!!

                                 ANGEL EYES
                         (B. Andersson, B. Ulvaeus)
                         taken from ABBA: Voulez-Vous

Keep thinking about those angeleyes
I keep thinking

                         Last night I was taking a walk along the river
                         When I saw him together with a young girl
                         And the look that he gave her made me shiver
                         'Cause he always used to look at me that way
                         And I thought maybe I should walk right up to her and
                         say
                         It's a game he likes to play

                         Look into his angeleyes
                         One look and you're hypnotized
                         He'll take your heart
                         And you must pay the price
                         Look into his angeleyes
                         You'll think you're in paradise
                         And one day you'll find out he wears a disguise
                         Don't look too deep into those angeleyes
                         Oh, no, no, no, no

Keep thinking about his angeleyes
I keep thinking

                         Sometimes when I'm lonely
                         I sit and think about him
                         And it hurts to remember all the good times
                         When I thought I could never live without him
                         And I wonder does it have to be the same
                         Everytime when I see him
                         Will it bring back all the pain
                         How can I forget that name

                         Crazy about his angeleyes
                         Angeleyes
                         Once he took my heart
                         And now I pay the price
                         Look into his angeleyes
                         You'll think you're in paradise
                         (Angel...)
                         And one day you'll find out he wears a disguise
                         Don't look too deep into those angeleyes
                         Oh, no, no, no, no

                         Keep thinking
                         Keep thinking about his angeleyes
                         Keep thinking
                         Keeping thinking I had to pay the price...