Yesterday Is Forever
Jun. 16th, 2005 10:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sanpaku_backupWhenever I see people, be they on my friendslist or in the moebius strip of the media, endlessly replay the music of my youth, my mind reaches for an intensely obscure ditty I first heard over fifteen years ago. I had a strange, three-week-long quasi-relationship with an odd girl named Erica. Erica was the first of two graduates of the Illinois Math and Science Academy with whom I would have college relationships. Not much about the relationship sticks in the mind aside from the fact that our initial courtship consisted of pawing each other, indecently though fully clothed, outside my dorm room on the evening of Kol Nidre (my shocked roommate informing me afterwards, "Lawrence, it's the holiest night of the YEAR!"). Also the fact that my dormmates cheered me up, after the inevitable dumping, by calling me a "burned cheese." And they wonder why I don't send money to the alumni association.
Erica introduced me to tapes of this clever folk-singer guy named Steve who was the minstrel of IMSA. His songs were very funny and certainly stuck in the head. Of course I doubt that Steve was ever aware that his music circulated outside of IMSA's fabled orange hallways. I wonder whatever became of the guy.
Anyway, I will share the little ditty with you, and now you will think of it forty years from now when you are sitting in a nursing home and "Like a Virgin" is playing on the Muzak.
"Yesterday Is Forever," by, uh, "Steve"
Quadrophonic eight-track playin' Neil Diamond songs--
Against my better judgment, I cannot help but sing along.
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la la la.
Every time I think about the way things used to be
I see a yellow ribbon tied around an old oak tree.
(Refrain:)
A young girl...
I remember...
Yesterday
Is forever...
I was only five years old in nineteen seventy-three
Think of the effects that polysters had on me.
I can hear a clip-on tie calling out my name
Everything is different but it's really all the same. (Refrain)
In a few more years there'll be a lounge singer on Mars
Playin' Neil Diamond songs in all the Martian bars.
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la la la.
You can bet I'll be there, playing backup in the band,
in a polyester suit I got cheap secondhand.
Erica introduced me to tapes of this clever folk-singer guy named Steve who was the minstrel of IMSA. His songs were very funny and certainly stuck in the head. Of course I doubt that Steve was ever aware that his music circulated outside of IMSA's fabled orange hallways. I wonder whatever became of the guy.
Anyway, I will share the little ditty with you, and now you will think of it forty years from now when you are sitting in a nursing home and "Like a Virgin" is playing on the Muzak.
"Yesterday Is Forever," by, uh, "Steve"
Quadrophonic eight-track playin' Neil Diamond songs--
Against my better judgment, I cannot help but sing along.
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la la la.
Every time I think about the way things used to be
I see a yellow ribbon tied around an old oak tree.
(Refrain:)
A young girl...
I remember...
Yesterday
Is forever...
I was only five years old in nineteen seventy-three
Think of the effects that polysters had on me.
I can hear a clip-on tie calling out my name
Everything is different but it's really all the same. (Refrain)
In a few more years there'll be a lounge singer on Mars
Playin' Neil Diamond songs in all the Martian bars.
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la la la.
You can bet I'll be there, playing backup in the band,
in a polyester suit I got cheap secondhand.
