Song of the Week

This time, I thought I’d highlight a song you might not have heard of–Almost Lovers by A Fine Frenzy. I was introduced to this song by my good friend, Courtney Galiano (everyone in SYTYCD is my good friend). I present to you the lyrics, brought to you by LyricWiki:

Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind
Images
You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes
Clever trick

Well, I’d never want to see you unhappy
I thought you’d want the same for me

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I’m trying not to think about you
Can’t you just let me be
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Shoulda known you’d bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

We walked along a crowded street
You took my hand and danced with me
Images
And when you left you kissed my lips
You told me you would never, never forget
These images

Well, I’d never want to see you unhappy
I thought you’d want the same for me

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I’m trying not to think about you
Can’t you just let me be
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Shoulda known you’d bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot drive the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
So you’re gone and I’m haunted
And I’ll bet you are just fine
Did I make it that easy to walk
Right in and out of my life

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I’m trying not to think about you
Can’t you just let me be
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Shoulda known you’d bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

And as a bonus, here is the song, played to scenes from my second favorite movie of all time, The Notebook:

And the song again–remixed and less “slit-your-wristy” says R. C.

Speaking of Almost Lovers, I believe I once had an almost lover. I don’t mean to brag, but I was once an almost lover to an exotic Italian man during my bar trip with my friend, V. V and I were walking down the streets of Florence, passing the Duomo cathedral and enjoying the sites. Without warning, the man of my dreams approached us on his bike (not a motorcycle, more along the lines of a 10-speed Huffy). Let’s call him Filippo, because that’s a good Italian name. Filippo rides his bike toward us as dusk falls upon the beautiful city. I can see the sun beginning to set over the horizon, and an orange glow covers the ancient city. Filippo pauses as he approaches, calling out to us, “Ciao bella!” Flattered by his words, V and I were startled by the welcome but continued, unable to respond in kind through his beautiful language. Filippo slows down, pacing us on his bike, and he says to us, “Sex me!” Ahhh–the eloquent words of this Italian man, who is glistening with sweat on his Huffy, sings to my heart and soul. Grasping for the proper words of romance, I say to Filippo, “Fuck off!” Undaunted, and apparently on to my hard to get game, Filippo responds, “Oh. You like fuck?” At this point, V and I were ready to dive onto the spokes of his bike and take off with Filippo into the sunset. Unfortunately for Filippo, and unfortunately for us, our hearts were spoken for by men at home.

Filippo. If you’re reading this, this bella sure likes sex and fuck. You will always be my almost lover.

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