Monday morning, 4 a.m.
It’s Monday morning. It’s 4 a.m. and I’m reminded of my beloved Paul Simon. Their second album was Wednesday Morning, 3 a.m. and probably one of my favourites. Hell, they’re all my favourites. Not on this album but playing in my head a lot today… is the one song in particular that means a lot to me at this point in time… Overs.
99% of it is relevant to me… except the last line. He ended up leaving me… but still… I love the part where it is, “No good times, no bad times… there’s not times at all, Just the New York Times…”
It’s when you get to that point in the relationship where there is no saving it but you both are afraid to make that step. I knew my relationship was heading that way for a very long time. However, I did everything I could to try and save it. “There’s no laughs left, because we laughed them all…” Oh dear. Paul Simon? You managed to do it again. For every major life event, you have a song to cover it. You just happen to have a whole lot of breakin’ up songs… I guess your heart has been broken too, eh?
But, I have a question for you folks. Martin claimed he was “bored” in our relationship. In the song, Simon writes, “We’re just a habit, like saccharin…” At some point in your life when you are with someone, you get to that point where you no longer have to “talk” because you know each other so well inside and out. You know what they’re thinking. You know everything there is about one another! But, is that boredom? Or, is it a unity beyond what words are capable of speaking? Is that justification to leave a relationship? And, how can you tell the difference? Is there one? Are they completely unrelated?
I have so much to learn…
Overs (by Paul Simon)
Why don’t we stop fooling ourselves?
The game is over,
Over,
Over.
No good times, no bad times,
There’s no times at all,
Just The New York Times,
Sitting on the windowsill
Near the flowers.
We might as well be apart.
It hardly matters,
We sleep separately.
And drop a smile passing in the hall
But there’s no laughs left
‘Cause we laughed them all.
And we laughed them all
In a very short time.
Time
Is tapping on my forehead,
Hanging from my mirror,
Rattling the teacups,
And I wonder,
How long can I delay?
We’re just a habit
Like saccharin.
And I’m habitually feelin’ kinda blue.
But each time I try on
The thought of leaving you,
I stop…
I stop and think it over
Last year for Father’s Day, I created this video using a variety of photos from my childhood, up to present. I didn’t have a chance to play it for my dad last year as he got really sick but was finally able to play it for him last week while… he was really sick. Anyways - he finally got to see it 
