ordinary world

There are so many things in this world that can't be explained. And there are so many things that I wish I could change.

I heard a song the other day and it reminded me of Adam. He had this tape (not an 8-track, but it was definitely a tape!) in his car and we would listen to it over and over as we would drive aimlessly around town for hours. The tape was the Come Undone extended single by Duran Duran. For us, it was all about the "FGI Phumpin' 12inch" Remix. We loved it! It has a heavy bassline and a strong intro. The acoustic version of Ordinary World is on that tape too, and that is the one that I heard that brought these memories back to me. In my move I found the old tape - it was Adam's but he had given it to me at some point. I'm glad that I have it.

Our friendship was a lot like that tape - funky, fun, strong, confusing, heavy, quirky, thoughtful. Nobody ever understood us, but they didn't have to. It didn't matter. It still doesn't.

People fade in and out of your life, and I regret that he ever faded out of mine.

He was a great friend, and I miss him.

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Ordinary World by Duran Duran

Came in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue,
Thought I heard you talking softly.
I turned on the lights, the TV and the radio
Still I can't escape the ghost of you.
What is happening to it all?
Crazy some say-
Where is the life that I recognize?

Gone away.

But I won't cry for yesterday.
There's an ordinary world
somehow I have to find.
And as I try to make my way
to the ordinary world
I will learn to survive.

Passion or coincidence once prompted you to say-
Pride will tear us both apart.
Well now pride's gone out the window, cross the rooftops, runaway.
Left me in the vacuum of my heart.
What is happening to me?
Crazy some say.
Where is my friend when I need you most?

Gone away.

But I won't cry for yesterday.
There's an ordinary world
somehow I have to find.
And as I try to make my way
to the ordinary world
I will learn to survive.

Papers in the roadside tell of suffering and greed,
Feared today; forgotten tomorrow.
Here beside the news of holy war and holy need,
Ours is just a little sorrowed talk.

Blown away. Just blowing away.

And I won't cry for yesterday.
There's an ordinary world
somehow I have to find.
And as I try to make my way
to the ordinary world
I will learn to survive.

Any world is my world.
Every world is my world.