sing to me billy...
I've got a Billy Joel playlist going on my computer, and I know that this is a total cliche, but I really feel like he's singing to me. Is that so dumb? I mean, you've got "Only the Good Die Young," about a Catholic girl, "New York State of Mind," I should hope that one's kind of obvious, "Uptown Girl," again... pretty obvious. Even "Vienna"... actually, especially "Vienna". My entire mentality recently has kind of been all about "Vienna". Is it weird that that song makes me think more about New York? I love Vienna, it's beautiful, but I really, honestly believe that there is nowhere like New York, and even when he says "Vienna waits for you," all I can think of is New York.
Is it possible to be in love with a city? Maybe it's not the city... it's the idea of the typical New York movie. Nope... it's New York. I just want to bottle it and sell it. The sights, the sounds, the smell. I wish I could stuff it all in a bottle that I could uncork any time I really needed it, like the perfume I keep but never wear because the smell still sends me back to summer '03 or PA. Maybe that's why I like Billy Joel so much right now... it's sending me back to when I really lived in New York. That's so long ago now... I wonder if maybe some of it is my imagination... how great it was to really live there.
I need to get outside... Billy Joel is reading my mind a little too much for comfort.
Is it possible to be in love with a city? Maybe it's not the city... it's the idea of the typical New York movie. Nope... it's New York. I just want to bottle it and sell it. The sights, the sounds, the smell. I wish I could stuff it all in a bottle that I could uncork any time I really needed it, like the perfume I keep but never wear because the smell still sends me back to summer '03 or PA. Maybe that's why I like Billy Joel so much right now... it's sending me back to when I really lived in New York. That's so long ago now... I wonder if maybe some of it is my imagination... how great it was to really live there.
I need to get outside... Billy Joel is reading my mind a little too much for comfort.