Angsty 80's songs, from the soundtrack of my life, is my theme for the A-Z challenge this year.
I would be trying to do this eighties list with Sir Elton, Billy, and Barry if I had been left to my own devices back in the day. That is not entirely true, as I did date a drummer for awhile in high school, and while the Violent Femmes were intriguing (sorry Add it Up and Blister in the Sun, angsty as you are, but I had another plan), I just couldn't get my Crue or heavy duty punk on. By the time I graduated I was pretty devoted to my Hall & Oates album. Luckily, one of the girls who lived across the hall from me freshman year of college had both Yaz albums, so that is where this introduction came from.
We sang so loudly, which is sort of a shame since we overshadowed the hauntingly beautiful voice that was coming from the boom box. We were trying to figure out these new freedoms of college life and meeting new people, while trying to retain our grip on those we had just parted ways with. Heartbreaking, no?
Darling you know it looks bad
Just lost the best thing that I ever had
Still I don't know why I did him wrong
It's too late now he's gone...
Sometimes it didn't matter if the lyrics were a perfect fit to the situation, as long as they were sprinkled with enough anguish. As long as we could sing our hearts out with an artist who seemed to mirror some of the pain our eighteen year old souls were feeling...long distance, cheating, loneliness. Oh the drama of it all.
Well all of this rain can wash away my tears
But nothing can replace all of those wasted years
In all of this I tell you I have learned
Playing with fire gets you burned
And I'm still burning