Note to self: Drive more slowly you cretin.
In the car, dropping an ex off for the last time.
Me: Hey, there’s this song that really reminds me of us.
Her: Oh? Is it horrible?
Me: No it’s nice. Sad but nice.
Her: Which song?
Me: I’ve got it here somewhere… *fumbles around with CD player*
*song is playing*
Her: Who’s this?
Me: They’re called The Reindeer Section, it’s a Scottish “super-group”.
Her: Oh, I think I’ve heard of them – it sounds good.
Me: Yep they’re cool.
*listening*
Her: The lyrics are a bit harsh…
Me: This is just the first half, the second half is important.
Her: Hrm. Are you trying to make me feel shit?
Me: No, not at all.
*pull up at destination*
Her: Well I don’t think it’s such a nice song.
Me: But wait for the rest.
Her: I don’t have time, I’ve got to go.
Me: Okay okay, I know.
*quick hug & peck on cheek*
*she leaves forever*
"Your Sweet Voice" by The Reindeer Section
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Me: Hey, there’s this song that really reminds me of us.
Her: Oh? Is it horrible?
Me: No it’s nice. Sad but nice.
Her: Which song?
Me: I’ve got it here somewhere… *fumbles around with CD player*
*song is playing*
Her: Who’s this?
Me: They’re called The Reindeer Section, it’s a Scottish “super-group”.
Her: Oh, I think I’ve heard of them – it sounds good.
Me: Yep they’re cool.
*listening*
Her: The lyrics are a bit harsh…
Me: This is just the first half, the second half is important.
Her: Hrm. Are you trying to make me feel shit?
Me: No, not at all.
*pull up at destination*
Her: Well I don’t think it’s such a nice song.
Me: But wait for the rest.
Her: I don’t have time, I’ve got to go.
Me: Okay okay, I know.
*quick hug & peck on cheek*
*she leaves forever*
"Your Sweet Voice" by The Reindeer Section
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posted by Juliet is Bleeding... | 12:28 pm
<3 Reindeer Section:)
My God, what an embarrassing situation. To surrender your dignity by obliging your ex to listen to a song that lays bare your emotions, but which means nothing to her; and which leads to no more than mutual embarrassment. What were you trying to achieve? When women make the decision to move on, no song with acidic lyrics, conveyed in an embarrassing setting, will change or resolve that situation.
And I should know. I've done exactly the same thing myself. They hate you for it. And so do their friends. And so does any mutual acquaintance, including those she hasn't yet met. Only in my case, I'd written the song myself. What a twat.
*cries*
Hi Silly Billy; sorry I'm taking a while to reply to your comment but it threw me for a second.
I probably didn't explain enough of the backstory but really, the song I was playing represented what we'd *already* been doing. I thought it would be nice for her to hear it in music. However, as it turned out, she only heard the first half which sounds a bit fucked. It's the bit afterwards that made it sound like they'd chronicled an episode of our lives. So I think I was trying to achieve her saying "our situation has been, indeed, tragic and that is a beautiful song - goodbye". I was dropping her off for the last time; we'd already decided we weren't going to keep being friends. I think it's a shame she didn't hear the whole thing before she left. I think she'd have liked it.
I have done what you've done before, though. And yes. Nargh.
Yes, I've just taken a look at my comments JiB, and the words were not particularly well-chosen, although I think your impression of what I was trying to say was pretty much the right one, and the situations were a little different.
In the particular case of mine here, I would try anything to get a small victory, no matter how pointless, and usually based around summoning any guilt that she might have had for dumping me; whether giving her a lift to work or taking her breakfast in bed (to elicit guilt for dumping such a lovely and generous chap), to, in this case, playing her a song I'd written about our situation - the idea being that she'd see what wrong she'd done and also the sensitive nature of the man that she so brutally cast aside and would surely want to take back with immense gratitude for my generosity in helping her see her mistake and forgiving her for it.
And of course, she just felt embarrassed and annoyed with me; and when she left the car, I felt like a complete tit. And the next time we had a row, she let me know what her friends thought of my pathetically ill-thought-through and futile gesture.
Brrrrr! It's suddenly got very cold in here.
Now I'm addicted to this damn song.
Um, thanks?