“But we’re trash you and me.
We’re the litter on the breeze.
We’re the lovers on the streets.
me and you.”
Do you ever have one of those moments where you pick up a book and randomly, by chance, open to a page and just see what it says? And that something you find is just what you needed to see, or feel, right at that very moment? Or, have you ever had one of those conversations with some one, either in-person or in-writing, and the words exchanged are similar, if not the same? Like those couples that after years together can fill in each other’s sentences?
Or maybe, as it seems to happen to me quite often, your shuffled playlist becomes musically intuitive and touches on your mood, or taps you on the shoulder with an idea of some kind – either for a story, or a ramble of some sort. Music is ever a muse to me.
This afternoon it was Trash by The Whip followed right behing byTrash by Suede. I was immediately reminded of a conversation I had with a friend once about how someone should mash these songs up, that they were just screaming to be melded into one keen remix. And then, a few hours later, as I was putting a few books away, my collection of Oscar Wilde fell off the shelf. I did that random page opening trick, and lo and behold one of my favourite quotes of his greeted me – and it all just seemed to fit.
One person’s trash is another person’s sky full of stars just waiting to be wished upon.
“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.” ~ Oscar Wilde
Trash :: Suede
and for conversation and continuity sake…
Trash :: The Whip
“I wanna, I wanna,
I wanna be trash.”