But you're not really here

The way that Karen sings "long ago, and so very far away" pierces my soul, somehow, transcending time and sending me back to the long carpet, record burbling on the stereo. Maybe it's the first song I could grasp as "song." But it's also that the voice, the voice is supernatural, it is the aural explication of yearning. It expresses and explains longing at all the same time.

Those three words immediately push out tears from I-don't-know-where.



I should add that this is what I assume to be one of the rare times Karen is seen playing drums, which was something she loved to do.

When I shake my pants you know I'm dressed to kill

I bring this to you as a tribute to drummers who sing* and possibly, subliminally because I've been watching men in spandex unitards on television for the last two weeks, and definitely because I heard it on Joe Soto's "Back in the Day" show on V103 in the car tonight.



Also, you might recognize the opening measures of this song.

One more thing: what is the silver vase thing dude in purple unitard on the right is playing?

Oh, and I swear they're singing "and we'll sexalate til the time is right, not "sex away," as all six lyrics sites I have consulted put forth.

*ahem, Levon should be number one.