Do You Remember?

Can't possibly tell you, explain to you how much this song means in my life. It is remembrace, not only as it is from one of my coolest, trademark times, because the lyrics are not your typical sugar-coated all-lovey-dovey "love is forever" kind, but they carry despair, hurt, break.

Slow cadence, a touch of upbeat to feed the anger underneath the melancholy of hurt. I cling to it as I clung back then, when the Internet was hardly rearing its head from the dark depths of the tube screens. A place to touch down in long nights that started at 11 pm in short wool lolita dresses, thick shoes and black make up, blue lips and rubber silver tees. Hair dyed raven black, a diet of coke and a small bread bun per day. A life around Friday nights at the disco, plunged in a world of mystic figures, lazer green light tunnels that enticed death and afterlife while in here, captured in a solitary cell of music around hundreds of bodies abandoned in the throws of electronic music. Bum-bum-bum.

This was a place of touchdown. A place of chill. A place of meditation.

The arm of someone around your waist, the lips of a shy someone else on your neck. Words in different languages - Polish, Russian, Arabic, English - whispering timid, hushed "I love you"-s. Courage and boldness breath in from the vanilla scented air. Smiles and kisses that taste just the same. A secluded place of confidence where friendship translates every move you make into a pledge of something deep, something unique, something never seen. It's friendship far beyond friendship, sealed by lips in a deep kiss. A place where there's no jealousy, where there's understanding. Long nights of talks with a shared can of beer.

Down from the heights of Madonna's Secret and Bedtime Stories, from Björk's Army and Post, Scatman Joe's Scatman World, Red Nexx' Cotton Eyed Joe. The world spins and we spin with it. Dormant during the week, secretly alive at night in a study room or whispering bunked up in bed.

It is a world that won't come back, yet won't leave us either.